<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428950931088791454</id><updated>2011-08-02T15:37:21.711-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Brady King Blog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradypking.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428950931088791454/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradypking.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Brady P. King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00378975156422582922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZYj0PkO5k2s/TZlBSIfuSlI/AAAAAAAAAhI/ENmyaupuSBs/s220/201690_893966097783_17214142_42801251_4690732_o.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>64</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428950931088791454.post-5559470204389859827</id><published>2011-04-13T11:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T18:39:09.632-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Basset Hounds</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uItqWNekGI4/TaXr_GH6vBI/AAAAAAAAAho/UWomgFaM5i4/s1600/DSCN2683.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 323px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uItqWNekGI4/TaXr_GH6vBI/AAAAAAAAAho/UWomgFaM5i4/s400/DSCN2683.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595137581285817362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;Basset Hounds&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;graphite on paper&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;22" x 28"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;April 2011&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did this drawing for a former boss of mine.  She asked me if I would do a drawing to be auctioned off at an event in May for an organization called Basset Buddies Rescue.  As an owner of basset hounds, she helps the organization's mission to rescue, foster, and place adoptable basset hounds in homes.  This organization educates the community about responsible pet ownership including health maintenance, population control, and disease prevention.  BBR has been instrumental in the rescue and re-homing of more than 1300 basset hounds throughout Wisconsin, Minnesota, and Northern Illinois since 2000.  Any and all proceeds from this drawing will go to help the organization.  I really enjoyed working on this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428950931088791454-5559470204389859827?l=bradypking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradypking.blogspot.com/feeds/5559470204389859827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428950931088791454&amp;postID=5559470204389859827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428950931088791454/posts/default/5559470204389859827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428950931088791454/posts/default/5559470204389859827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradypking.blogspot.com/2011/04/basset-hounds.html' title='Basset Hounds'/><author><name>Brady P. King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00378975156422582922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZYj0PkO5k2s/TZlBSIfuSlI/AAAAAAAAAhI/ENmyaupuSBs/s220/201690_893966097783_17214142_42801251_4690732_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uItqWNekGI4/TaXr_GH6vBI/AAAAAAAAAho/UWomgFaM5i4/s72-c/DSCN2683.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428950931088791454.post-2970843924000008604</id><published>2011-04-03T20:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T20:15:37.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halfway there...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Tdp1AFy0Sj4/TZk3ou0J1BI/AAAAAAAAAgg/F1JQfOUwQtI/s1600/DSCN2679.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Tdp1AFy0Sj4/TZk3ou0J1BI/AAAAAAAAAgg/F1JQfOUwQtI/s400/DSCN2679.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591561585258255378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This will be completed later this week. Stay tuned...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Brady&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428950931088791454-2970843924000008604?l=bradypking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradypking.blogspot.com/feeds/2970843924000008604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428950931088791454&amp;postID=2970843924000008604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428950931088791454/posts/default/2970843924000008604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428950931088791454/posts/default/2970843924000008604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradypking.blogspot.com/2011/04/halfway-there.html' title='Halfway there...'/><author><name>Brady P. King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00378975156422582922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZYj0PkO5k2s/TZlBSIfuSlI/AAAAAAAAAhI/ENmyaupuSBs/s220/201690_893966097783_17214142_42801251_4690732_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Tdp1AFy0Sj4/TZk3ou0J1BI/AAAAAAAAAgg/F1JQfOUwQtI/s72-c/DSCN2679.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428950931088791454.post-9163337677210359266</id><published>2010-09-13T18:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T18:52:07.755-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Italian Remix</title><content type='html'>This summer I was given the incredible opportunity to travel back to Italy for a few weeks.  After revisiting many places I had been and experiencing new places for the first time, I can say with strong conviction that I'm hooked.  Along with 16 students and a college professor, I (as the assistant to the professor) was able to re-live what I had lived almost two years ago...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428950931088791454-9163337677210359266?l=bradypking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradypking.blogspot.com/feeds/9163337677210359266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428950931088791454&amp;postID=9163337677210359266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428950931088791454/posts/default/9163337677210359266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428950931088791454/posts/default/9163337677210359266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradypking.blogspot.com/2010/09/italian-remix.html' title='Italian Remix'/><author><name>Brady P. King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00378975156422582922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZYj0PkO5k2s/TZlBSIfuSlI/AAAAAAAAAhI/ENmyaupuSBs/s220/201690_893966097783_17214142_42801251_4690732_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428950931088791454.post-6376312383107101516</id><published>2009-11-20T18:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T20:31:00.875-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clarity</title><content type='html'>Test....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New posts coming soon...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428950931088791454-6376312383107101516?l=bradypking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradypking.blogspot.com/feeds/6376312383107101516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428950931088791454&amp;postID=6376312383107101516' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428950931088791454/posts/default/6376312383107101516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428950931088791454/posts/default/6376312383107101516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradypking.blogspot.com/2009/11/brady-king-is-fan-of-saint-johns.html' title='Clarity'/><author><name>Brady P. King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00378975156422582922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZYj0PkO5k2s/TZlBSIfuSlI/AAAAAAAAAhI/ENmyaupuSBs/s220/201690_893966097783_17214142_42801251_4690732_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428950931088791454.post-8297504450079711584</id><published>2009-05-07T07:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T08:46:39.891-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pescatori di uomini</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/SgL5X2k3yFI/AAAAAAAAAgI/Q7r0MfwQEJk/s1600-h/2009.04.05+Brady+pinta+la+alberca.+Ma%C3%B1ana.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/SgL5X2k3yFI/AAAAAAAAAgI/Q7r0MfwQEJk/s400/2009.04.05+Brady+pinta+la+alberca.+Ma%C3%B1ana.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333099096942561362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, for the pool here at Sant' Anselmo, I recently painted an image of a fish (un pesce in italiano) on the center of the pool floor.  It was a design inspired by artwork I had seen before on an Incubus CD titled "Morning View."  So, on Monday, May 4th, I spent the entire day painting this fish into the pool so we could finally put water in it.  My friend Carlos, a priest from Mexico and student here at Sant' Anselmo, was kind enough to help me document this project via photographs.  Here was the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In the morning:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/SgL5Rr2R4vI/AAAAAAAAAgA/mK79WtQ01k0/s1600-h/2009.04.05+Brady+pinta+la+alberca.+Ma%C3%B1ana+%285%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/SgL5Rr2R4vI/AAAAAAAAAgA/mK79WtQ01k0/s400/2009.04.05+Brady+pinta+la+alberca.+Ma%C3%B1ana+%285%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333098990983570162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/SgL5J_40TRI/AAAAAAAAAf4/SMI3Rmbbq3A/s1600-h/2009.04.05+Brady+pinta+la+alberca.+Ma%C3%B1ana+%284%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/SgL5J_40TRI/AAAAAAAAAf4/SMI3Rmbbq3A/s400/2009.04.05+Brady+pinta+la+alberca.+Ma%C3%B1ana+%284%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333098858923969810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/SgL4-GUSw3I/AAAAAAAAAfw/trNtBlcC83s/s1600-h/2009.04.05+Brady+pinta+la+alberca.+Ma%C3%B1ana+%288%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/SgL4-GUSw3I/AAAAAAAAAfw/trNtBlcC83s/s400/2009.04.05+Brady+pinta+la+alberca.+Ma%C3%B1ana+%288%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333098654491394930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/SgL4yACFsnI/AAAAAAAAAfo/NPZo_WKJJtk/s1600-h/2009.04.05+Brady+pinta+la+alberca.+Ma%C3%B1ana+%289%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/SgL4yACFsnI/AAAAAAAAAfo/NPZo_WKJJtk/s400/2009.04.05+Brady+pinta+la+alberca.+Ma%C3%B1ana+%289%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333098446645998194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/SgL4pYd0-hI/AAAAAAAAAfg/uFPNQVEemNI/s1600-h/2009.04.05+Brady+pinta+la+alberca.+Ma%C3%B1ana+%2812%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/SgL4pYd0-hI/AAAAAAAAAfg/uFPNQVEemNI/s400/2009.04.05+Brady+pinta+la+alberca.+Ma%C3%B1ana+%2812%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333098298585971218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/SgL4fOnV6kI/AAAAAAAAAfY/a46qIrngdAQ/s1600-h/2009.04.05+Brady+pinta+la+alberca.+Ma%C3%B1ana+%2816%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/SgL4fOnV6kI/AAAAAAAAAfY/a46qIrngdAQ/s400/2009.04.05+Brady+pinta+la+alberca.+Ma%C3%B1ana+%2816%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333098124142832194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/SgL4UNagYiI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/OBQbSovP_Iw/s1600-h/2009.04.05+Brady+pinta+la+alberca.+Ma%C3%B1ana+%2818%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/SgL4UNagYiI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/OBQbSovP_Iw/s400/2009.04.05+Brady+pinta+la+alberca.+Ma%C3%B1ana+%2818%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333097934841995810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/SgL4JpdmoaI/AAAAAAAAAfI/i8KHcacGDUo/s1600-h/2009.04.05+Brady+pinta+la+alberca.+Ma%C3%B1ana+%2823%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/SgL4JpdmoaI/AAAAAAAAAfI/i8KHcacGDUo/s400/2009.04.05+Brady+pinta+la+alberca.+Ma%C3%B1ana+%2823%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333097753392619938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/SgL38g6jFuI/AAAAAAAAAfA/Y-37W6stnnc/s1600-h/2009.04.05+Brady+pinta+la+alberca.+Ma%C3%B1ana+%2824%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/SgL38g6jFuI/AAAAAAAAAfA/Y-37W6stnnc/s400/2009.04.05+Brady+pinta+la+alberca.+Ma%C3%B1ana+%2824%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333097527759804130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/SgL3z__YqpI/AAAAAAAAAe4/-4x56MV6UxA/s1600-h/2009.04.05+Brady+pinta+la+alberca.+Ma%C3%B1ana+%2826%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/SgL3z__YqpI/AAAAAAAAAe4/-4x56MV6UxA/s400/2009.04.05+Brady+pinta+la+alberca.+Ma%C3%B1ana+%2826%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333097381482769042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/SgL3qo-7g_I/AAAAAAAAAew/ae9FcmTn5Ow/s1600-h/2009.04.05+Brady+pinta+la+alberca.+Ma%C3%B1ana+%2827%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/SgL3qo-7g_I/AAAAAAAAAew/ae9FcmTn5Ow/s400/2009.04.05+Brady+pinta+la+alberca.+Ma%C3%B1ana+%2827%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333097220688020466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/SgL3ikKsJGI/AAAAAAAAAeo/MDDQXs8Yj_w/s1600-h/2009.04.05+Brady+pinta+la+alberca.+Ma%C3%B1ana+%2828%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/SgL3ikKsJGI/AAAAAAAAAeo/MDDQXs8Yj_w/s400/2009.04.05+Brady+pinta+la+alberca.+Ma%C3%B1ana+%2828%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333097081956213858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/SgL3bwXa1WI/AAAAAAAAAeg/fMOboXZXF4Q/s1600-h/2009.04.05+Brady+pinta+la+alberca.+Ma%C3%B1ana+%2829%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/SgL3bwXa1WI/AAAAAAAAAeg/fMOboXZXF4Q/s400/2009.04.05+Brady+pinta+la+alberca.+Ma%C3%B1ana+%2829%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333096964971746658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And in the afternoon/evening:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/SgL3QvUnCcI/AAAAAAAAAeY/P9hJuiUtf_U/s1600-h/2009.04.05+Brady+pinta+la+alberca.+Tarde.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/SgL3QvUnCcI/AAAAAAAAAeY/P9hJuiUtf_U/s400/2009.04.05+Brady+pinta+la+alberca.+Tarde.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333096775712967106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/SgL3LDKH1sI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/04a3etfiIFY/s1600-h/2009.04.05+Brady+pinta+la+alberca.+Tarde+%282%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/SgL3LDKH1sI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/04a3etfiIFY/s400/2009.04.05+Brady+pinta+la+alberca.+Tarde+%282%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333096677958473410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/SgL3DTCgmnI/AAAAAAAAAeI/1hdeYIMIgso/s1600-h/2009.04.05+Brady+pinta+la+alberca.+Tarde+%284%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/SgL3DTCgmnI/AAAAAAAAAeI/1hdeYIMIgso/s400/2009.04.05+Brady+pinta+la+alberca.+Tarde+%284%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333096544782555762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/SgL26e9MDeI/AAAAAAAAAeA/AzU1cSUYwDI/s1600-h/2009.04.05+Brady+pinta+la+alberca.+Tarde+%287%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/SgL26e9MDeI/AAAAAAAAAeA/AzU1cSUYwDI/s400/2009.04.05+Brady+pinta+la+alberca.+Tarde+%287%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333096393362640354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/SgL2x_T7zUI/AAAAAAAAAd4/4s780NIJnG0/s1600-h/2009.04.05+Brady+pinta+la+alberca.+Tarde+%288%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/SgL2x_T7zUI/AAAAAAAAAd4/4s780NIJnG0/s400/2009.04.05+Brady+pinta+la+alberca.+Tarde+%288%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333096247429156162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/SgL2qOyPaeI/AAAAAAAAAdw/Lg0Sfd3GDrw/s1600-h/2009.04.05+Brady+pinta+la+alberca.+Tarde+%2811%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/SgL2qOyPaeI/AAAAAAAAAdw/Lg0Sfd3GDrw/s400/2009.04.05+Brady+pinta+la+alberca.+Tarde+%2811%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333096114143848930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/SgL2ej5pGJI/AAAAAAAAAdo/4ozZ-qePsn0/s1600-h/2009.04.05+Brady+pinta+la+alberca.+Tarde+%2815%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/SgL2ej5pGJI/AAAAAAAAAdo/4ozZ-qePsn0/s400/2009.04.05+Brady+pinta+la+alberca.+Tarde+%2815%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333095913653606546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/SgL2UwzkXOI/AAAAAAAAAdg/WKNUE4mM95M/s1600-h/2009.04.05+Brady+pinta+la+alberca.+Tarde+%2816%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/SgL2UwzkXOI/AAAAAAAAAdg/WKNUE4mM95M/s400/2009.04.05+Brady+pinta+la+alberca.+Tarde+%2816%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333095745319099618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/SgL2HJTGIoI/AAAAAAAAAdY/VfiY0B6M8EE/s1600-h/2009.04.05+Brady+pinta+la+alberca.+Tarde+%2819%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/SgL2HJTGIoI/AAAAAAAAAdY/VfiY0B6M8EE/s400/2009.04.05+Brady+pinta+la+alberca.+Tarde+%2819%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333095511375618690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And then after 24 hours to let the paint dry, we filled the pool with water.  I was happy with the result with water over the design.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/SgL1nhjxwjI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/IhpY2X_4-qQ/s1600-h/Anselmo+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/SgL1nhjxwjI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/IhpY2X_4-qQ/s400/Anselmo+024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333094968132223538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me with the Fish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/SgL1PiodgNI/AAAAAAAAAdI/p-GZQ-0cj8E/s1600-h/Anselmo+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/SgL1PiodgNI/AAAAAAAAAdI/p-GZQ-0cj8E/s400/Anselmo+026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333094556103442642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I had to include the professional photographer, Carlos, with the Fish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/SgL08IgGxHI/AAAAAAAAAdA/MKeE5eYZF2I/s1600-h/Anselmo+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/SgL08IgGxHI/AAAAAAAAAdA/MKeE5eYZF2I/s400/Anselmo+027.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333094222671561842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I had a lot of fun doing this.  I hope the paint lasts a long time(it's made for swimming pools, so it should).  The meaning of the form, shape, and symbolism of the fish is open to interpretation.  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King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00378975156422582922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZYj0PkO5k2s/TZlBSIfuSlI/AAAAAAAAAhI/ENmyaupuSBs/s220/201690_893966097783_17214142_42801251_4690732_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/SgL5X2k3yFI/AAAAAAAAAgI/Q7r0MfwQEJk/s72-c/2009.04.05+Brady+pinta+la+alberca.+Ma%C3%B1ana.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428950931088791454.post-3492890612186657843</id><published>2009-05-03T14:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T16:57:39.282-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Travels in Italy with the famiglia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/Sf4cbw7-FjI/AAAAAAAAAc4/NTxh5ms0dqA/s1600-h/VacanzaFamiglia2009+130.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/Sf4cbw7-FjI/AAAAAAAAAc4/NTxh5ms0dqA/s400/VacanzaFamiglia2009+130.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331730272171726386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After my grandparents' trip to Italy, I think my Grandpa has serious intentions to trade in his Ford Impala for one of these little guys.  I love this pic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So after a painstakingly unstable relationship with my internet connection (don't take this as complaining), I am FINALLY updating my blog with my incredibly wonderful experience with my family in Italy.  My mom, step-dad John, and grandparents came to Italy for 13 days in the couple of weeks before Easter.  Bottom line: We had a great time.  We experienced Rome, Venice, Florence, Sienna, and the Tuscany countryside and smaller towns.  I really wanted to put all of the pictures (some 200) on my blog for all of you to see, but just like any great rockstar deciding on the final cut for a new CD, I had to dwindle it down to 24.  Many of you have already seen a lot of my site seeing pictures of Rome and Florence from previous blog posts.  So, there was no need for me to post them again (although I wanted to).  Also, I'm going to do something a bit different on this post.  Instead of a chronological walkthrough of our trip with images, I'm going to jump around a lot...let it flow as they say.  If you would like a chronological day-to-day synopsis of the trip, please consult the journal of John R. O'Malley.  He did a great job of documenting the trip (regardless of all the fun I poked at him).  Props.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/Sf4cG6D8jII/AAAAAAAAAcw/oREexTZrJM4/s1600-h/VacanzaFamiglia2009+129.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/Sf4cG6D8jII/AAAAAAAAAcw/oREexTZrJM4/s400/VacanzaFamiglia2009+129.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331729913843846274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here we are in a view of the countryside of the town of Sienna.  My mom was adament in us walking 10 miles around the countryside, but we couldn't find a good path to get out and around.  But seriously, some of the best and most surprising things we encountered on this trip were when we were just walking around all day, wandering around without a destination.  If it wasn't for my mom's persistence in 8-10 miles every afternoon, we might not have seen as much!  But it's a pretty beautiful countryside, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/Sf4bqGj-a7I/AAAAAAAAAco/LFNJVlOasEE/s1600-h/VacanzaFamiglia2009+122.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/Sf4bqGj-a7I/AAAAAAAAAco/LFNJVlOasEE/s400/VacanzaFamiglia2009+122.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331729418983205810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Campo in Sienna.  This is the main piazza in Sienna and always full of people just hanging out.  What do people do all day?  I think I'll stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/Sf4bRRFLpbI/AAAAAAAAAcg/AaZxSJAMuLs/s1600-h/VacanzaFamiglia2009+116.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/Sf4bRRFLpbI/AAAAAAAAAcg/AaZxSJAMuLs/s400/VacanzaFamiglia2009+116.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331728992310109618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My mom and I just being us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/Sf4a67Bug8I/AAAAAAAAAcY/4mGap5VDnCA/s1600-h/VacanzaFamiglia2009+111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/Sf4a67Bug8I/AAAAAAAAAcY/4mGap5VDnCA/s400/VacanzaFamiglia2009+111.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331728608432915394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The castle in the Tuscany countryside which also serves as a winery.  We did a wine tour here (complete with tasting at the end).  Great experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/Sf4ahZRDl2I/AAAAAAAAAcQ/fCQrjikcGII/s1600-h/VacanzaFamiglia2009+105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/Sf4ahZRDl2I/AAAAAAAAAcQ/fCQrjikcGII/s400/VacanzaFamiglia2009+105.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331728169873676130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And here we are with our driving guide Paolo and tour guide (in the back), Matsio.  They were incredibly hospitable the entire day.  It was only us on the tour as well so it was intimate and personable...which we loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/Sf4Y37XlIfI/AAAAAAAAAcI/_uNwRKtg1QU/s1600-h/VacanzaFamiglia2009+098.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/Sf4Y37XlIfI/AAAAAAAAAcI/_uNwRKtg1QU/s400/VacanzaFamiglia2009+098.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331726357961712114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Matsio, myself, Mom, Grandpa, and Grandma at the Castle during the wine tour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/Sf4Yc8jV6MI/AAAAAAAAAcA/aTsc0pC6cWQ/s1600-h/VacanzaFamiglia2009+128.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/Sf4Yc8jV6MI/AAAAAAAAAcA/aTsc0pC6cWQ/s400/VacanzaFamiglia2009+128.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331725894423013570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tuscany countryside...che bellissima&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/Sf4X-QqH4FI/AAAAAAAAAb4/EgYzoFEjOK0/s1600-h/VacanzaFamiglia2009+068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/Sf4X-QqH4FI/AAAAAAAAAb4/EgYzoFEjOK0/s400/VacanzaFamiglia2009+068.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331725367244218450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;While we were in Florence we ventured up into the hills and ECCO, we saw some of the best views of the city possible.  I'll never forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/Sf4XgmlMEKI/AAAAAAAAAbw/BHAbDRlLNYo/s1600-h/VacanzaFamiglia2009+062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/Sf4XgmlMEKI/AAAAAAAAAbw/BHAbDRlLNYo/s400/VacanzaFamiglia2009+062.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331724857733025954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, I finally saw the "real" statue of David on my third trip to Florence.  I had been to Florence two times previously and saw the replica statue of David in a piazza in Florence.  They moved the real statue into this museum some time ago in order to better preserve it.  It was funny, you walk into the room where David stands and there is this mass crowd of people staring at it.  Some giggling, but some just standing in awe at Michelangelo's genius in sculptural design.  You can still giggle if you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/Sf4XB-A5FZI/AAAAAAAAAbo/6gJfLHDu6Nc/s1600-h/VacanzaFamiglia2009+041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/Sf4XB-A5FZI/AAAAAAAAAbo/6gJfLHDu6Nc/s400/VacanzaFamiglia2009+041.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331724331447293330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Venice, for me, was the most unique experience of the trip.  Here is a picture of the Grand Canal on the one sunny day we had in Venice.  The other days of rain...well, you'll see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/Sf4Wo5bR45I/AAAAAAAAAbg/ng-fsCe8HW4/s1600-h/VacanzaFamiglia2009+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/Sf4Wo5bR45I/AAAAAAAAAbg/ng-fsCe8HW4/s400/VacanzaFamiglia2009+027.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331723900719063954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another pic of the nice day.  Please go to Venice if you ever get the chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/Sf4WTysGoqI/AAAAAAAAAbY/VZGPQrnApnE/s1600-h/VacanzaFamiglia2009+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/Sf4WTysGoqI/AAAAAAAAAbY/VZGPQrnApnE/s400/VacanzaFamiglia2009+024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331723538133328546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We didn't come fully prepared for the elements, so we had to buy some 5 euro umbrellas from street vendors (I talked them down to 3 euros).  However, these umbrellas should have come complete with a warning label reading: "WARNING! Crappy umbrellas like these last 24 hours...Max.  Please refrain from using these pieces of sh** when wind is blowing or they will immediately break.  You are a sucker for buying them, also. But what do you expect fo 5 euros, you sucker?"  So, here are my mom and I at the end of the day with our wonderful umbrellas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/Sf4V7jKWImI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/4Z9il8zXe8w/s1600-h/VacanzaFamiglia2009+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/Sf4V7jKWImI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/4Z9il8zXe8w/s400/VacanzaFamiglia2009+009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331723121648345698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Umbrellas pre-destruction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/Sf4VUNqIQdI/AAAAAAAAAbI/1dLpGavwmMo/s1600-h/100_0816.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/Sf4VUNqIQdI/AAAAAAAAAbI/1dLpGavwmMo/s400/100_0816.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331722445861175762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At dinner with John and Mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/Sf4VEQ8RaQI/AAAAAAAAAbA/ykSe777vkIU/s1600-h/100_0770.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/Sf4VEQ8RaQI/AAAAAAAAAbA/ykSe777vkIU/s400/100_0770.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331722171864672514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Strolling around Florence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/Sf4UwXgam0I/AAAAAAAAAa4/4hHu59MAq9Y/s1600-h/100_0757.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/Sf4UwXgam0I/AAAAAAAAAa4/4hHu59MAq9Y/s400/100_0757.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331721830029499202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mom and I on the Ponte Vecchio (the most famous bridge in Florence).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/Sf4Ue30X55I/AAAAAAAAAaw/TJvrigibxow/s1600-h/100_0752.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/Sf4Ue30X55I/AAAAAAAAAaw/TJvrigibxow/s400/100_0752.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331721529465497490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;John and I observing the Arno River.  This has become a tradition for me everytime I'm in Florence.  A "pondering" pic.  Happy Birthday to Junior too, as it says on the pavement below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/Sf4UO8zEUpI/AAAAAAAAAao/rS0Fa_2UvAA/s1600-h/100_0739.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/Sf4UO8zEUpI/AAAAAAAAAao/rS0Fa_2UvAA/s400/100_0739.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331721255924290194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;John and I on top of the Duomo in Florence.  We're pointing here, as seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/Sf4T44ZDrFI/AAAAAAAAAag/_V_77hqSN58/s1600-h/100_0580.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/Sf4T44ZDrFI/AAAAAAAAAag/_V_77hqSN58/s400/100_0580.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331720876784331858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Carlos from Mexico; myself, Mom and John from the U.S.; and Lukas from Germany at the Campo dei Fiori in Rome.  We had 4 languages going in one night: English, Italian, un poco in Spanish, and ein wenig in German.  It was quite interesting and fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/Sf4ToS8yRiI/AAAAAAAAAaY/QJ8PMDcjQtM/s1600-h/100_0576.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/Sf4ToS8yRiI/AAAAAAAAAaY/QJ8PMDcjQtM/s400/100_0576.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331720591855732258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mom and I at la Fontana di Trevi in Roma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/Sf4TUZBS4aI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/UVhznxtS0v0/s1600-h/100_0560.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/Sf4TUZBS4aI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/UVhznxtS0v0/s400/100_0560.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331720249887875490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Day at the Colosseum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/Sf4TB6ZZadI/AAAAAAAAAaI/pnjQs6WydjY/s1600-h/100_0545.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/Sf4TB6ZZadI/AAAAAAAAAaI/pnjQs6WydjY/s400/100_0545.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331719932429822418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Apperitivo...come gli Italiani.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/Sf4SgQlPVHI/AAAAAAAAAaA/iR36fDUe1-4/s1600-h/100_0566.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/Sf4SgQlPVHI/AAAAAAAAAaA/iR36fDUe1-4/s400/100_0566.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331719354269521010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At the Roman Forum.  One of my favorite things to show guests in Rome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We also went to the Vatican, had a couple of meals at Sant' Anselmo, all the big piazzas in Rome, Pantheon, churches, and more.  Like I said before, I want to put every pic on here, but then you might get bored and go to youtube.  I can't say enough about how much I enjoyed showing my family around.  It's great every time I have family or friends here in its own special way.  Some of the funniest times were when we would be sitting around at meals.  Inside jokes from the trip:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandpa:  I would like a hot cup of "The."&lt;br /&gt;Grandma:  The "Unisex" bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;Mom:  The free, constantly running water fountains all over the place.&lt;br /&gt;John (you have 2):  Your journal (although I'm glad you did it) and your "walking" pictures of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said, they are inside jokes, so I'm sorry if they aren't funny to others.  You can use your imagination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a lot of updates to give from my BVC service at Sant' Anselmo.  Easter was incredible here.  I hope to blog that experience soon (complete with pictures of the Pope again).  Also for blogging, this week at Sant' Anselmo I'll be painting a design of a fish in the swimming pool. Lukas and I have recently painted a fresh coat of shiny blue paint in the pool.  Yeah, I know I know, a swimming pool?...life is tough here.  It is greatly utilized by the residents here, though.  Anyway, there will not be so long of a wait between blog posts this time.  Tomorrow, I paint.  And I cannot believe I have less than two months left here in Rome.  In all honesty, I am not ready to leave yet.  After all, I still need to fix this injustice of the 24-hour umbrella...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;" id="result_box" dir="ltr"&gt;Arrivederci per adesso,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brady&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428950931088791454-3492890612186657843?l=bradypking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradypking.blogspot.com/feeds/3492890612186657843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428950931088791454&amp;postID=3492890612186657843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428950931088791454/posts/default/3492890612186657843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428950931088791454/posts/default/3492890612186657843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradypking.blogspot.com/2009/05/travels-in-italy-with-famiglia.html' title='Travels in Italy with the famiglia'/><author><name>Brady P. King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00378975156422582922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZYj0PkO5k2s/TZlBSIfuSlI/AAAAAAAAAhI/ENmyaupuSBs/s220/201690_893966097783_17214142_42801251_4690732_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/Sf4cbw7-FjI/AAAAAAAAAc4/NTxh5ms0dqA/s72-c/VacanzaFamiglia2009+130.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428950931088791454.post-4123759343583828244</id><published>2009-04-08T13:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T14:13:34.997-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey You!</title><content type='html'>I had to post this and share it with the world.  One of my favorite bands of all time, 311, will release their 9th studio album entitled "Uplifter" on June 2nd, 2009.  These guys have been around since the early 1990s and are pushing 40 years old.  The reason I'm posting this is because the first single from the record called "Hey You" is applicable to my life right now.  The song is about a "person" who is always there for you, a constant companion.  The "You" referred to in this song is actually Music itself, it can never turn it's back on you.  However, I find that this "You" in the song could be anything really: Music, God, good friend, significant other, family member, etc.  The great thing about this song is that it's significance is open to the interpretation of the listener.  311 is a band that constantly combines and evolves it's sound from rock, hip-hop, reggae, dancehall, funk, etc.  So, copy/paste this link into your web browser, give it a listen and tell me what you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oNuk2U3vc0c&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;You’ve changed your tune many times since we met&lt;br /&gt;But I’ll always recognize you, you are part of me&lt;br /&gt;I feel you whether in Jamaica or in the Angel City&lt;br /&gt;You’re such a gift to me, oooh&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Hey you!&lt;br /&gt;I gotta tell you my longtime friend&lt;br /&gt;I think of all those years you saw me through tears&lt;br /&gt;And the good times that we spent&lt;br /&gt;Hey you!&lt;br /&gt;You’re my constant companion&lt;br /&gt;You always let me explain just what I’m saying&lt;br /&gt;And we’ve just begun, ahhh&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I’ve got one wish for this music, to be an uplift&lt;br /&gt;And I need an uplift to deal&lt;br /&gt;And there are few songs all the people can sing along,&lt;br /&gt;One song!&lt;br /&gt;Come along and sing it for real, oooh&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Hey you!&lt;br /&gt;I gotta tell you my longtime friend&lt;br /&gt;I think of all those years you saw me through tears&lt;br /&gt;And the good times that we spent&lt;br /&gt;Hey you!&lt;br /&gt;You’re my constant companion&lt;br /&gt;You always let me explain just what I’m saying&lt;br /&gt;And we’ve just begun, ahhh&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;As I wander around, town to town&lt;br /&gt;Lost and found&lt;br /&gt;When so many others come and go&lt;br /&gt;The sweetness pulls me through, ahhh&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Hey you!&lt;br /&gt;I gotta tell you my longtime friend&lt;br /&gt;I think of all those years you saw me through tears&lt;br /&gt;And the good times that we spent&lt;br /&gt;Hey you!&lt;br /&gt;You’re my constant companion&lt;br /&gt;You always let me explain just what I’m saying&lt;br /&gt;And we’ve just begun&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Hey you!&lt;br /&gt;You never turned your back on me&lt;br /&gt;When I gave up on myself&lt;br /&gt;Hey you!&lt;br /&gt;You never turned your back on me&lt;br /&gt;When I gave up on myself&lt;br /&gt;Hey you&lt;br /&gt;What would the world be like&lt;br /&gt;Without you around?&lt;br /&gt;Music!&lt;br /&gt;You’re my constant companion, ahhh&lt;/p&gt;This song just hits home for me, so I thought I'd share it with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/BRADYK%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/Sd0RfRpl6GI/AAAAAAAAAY4/m1kidaXlYAk/s1600-h/311_3.29.09PROMO.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/Sd0RfRpl6GI/AAAAAAAAAY4/m1kidaXlYAk/s400/311_3.29.09PROMO.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322429563633264738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;311 is (from left to right): Tim Mahoney (guitar), Chad Sexton (drums), Nick Hexum (vocals, guitar), P-Nut (bass), and SA Martinez (vocals, turntables)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Stay positive and keep the uplifter alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below is my post from my trip to Ireland.  Coming this week will be my post for my family's visit here to Italy and the happenings here at Sant' Anselmo.  Stay tuned!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428950931088791454-4123759343583828244?l=bradypking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradypking.blogspot.com/feeds/4123759343583828244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428950931088791454&amp;postID=4123759343583828244' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428950931088791454/posts/default/4123759343583828244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428950931088791454/posts/default/4123759343583828244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradypking.blogspot.com/2009/04/hey-you.html' title='Hey You!'/><author><name>Brady P. King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00378975156422582922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZYj0PkO5k2s/TZlBSIfuSlI/AAAAAAAAAhI/ENmyaupuSBs/s220/201690_893966097783_17214142_42801251_4690732_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/Sd0RfRpl6GI/AAAAAAAAAY4/m1kidaXlYAk/s72-c/311_3.29.09PROMO.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428950931088791454.post-2153353819870333940</id><published>2009-04-08T12:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T13:45:15.052-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trying to find the leprechaun</title><content type='html'>Ever since I was a bambino, whenever I heard about Ireland, I thought of leprechauns.  Weird, yes.  But I used to think these figures of Irish folklore actually existed.  So, when I went to Ireland at the end of February, I still had to wonder...where's that pot of gold???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, seriously, this year has been incredible because it has given me not only to opportunity to live in Italian culture and meet so many interesting people, it has also given me the opportunity to travel around Europe.  Ireland was always on that agenda and I did it.  One of my friends from SJU, Matt, is studying abroad in Ireland this semester so he was able to show me around Cork, Ireland for four days.  Here's the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The architecture and feel of Cork was nothing like I expected.  It's as if the architects and contractors throughout the history of Cork intentionally decided "Let's make everything in this city a different color."  I say this not negatively, because I loved it.  When looking around Cork, I didn't think it was beautiful like Rome.  Cork had its spots of aesthetic appeal, but it was more of an interesting conglomeration than anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/Sd0CLYHR4VI/AAAAAAAAAXY/5fhdPcQ7vmU/s1600-h/Ireland+and+More+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/Sd0CLYHR4VI/AAAAAAAAAXY/5fhdPcQ7vmU/s400/Ireland+and+More+039.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322412729096593746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/Sd0DbIMuRgI/AAAAAAAAAXg/G3Tzd6Tkifg/s1600-h/Ireland+and+More+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/Sd0DbIMuRgI/AAAAAAAAAXg/G3Tzd6Tkifg/s400/Ireland+and+More+040.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322414099213993474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/Sd0DuFVAYLI/AAAAAAAAAXo/VCI8A-ymmSo/s1600-h/Ireland+and+More+042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/Sd0DuFVAYLI/AAAAAAAAAXo/VCI8A-ymmSo/s400/Ireland+and+More+042.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322414424860942514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/Sd0EDiuBCBI/AAAAAAAAAXw/h88Mzo9zzeE/s1600-h/Ireland+and+More+045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/Sd0EDiuBCBI/AAAAAAAAAXw/h88Mzo9zzeE/s400/Ireland+and+More+045.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322414793527724050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was cloudy the entire time too, but again there was a unique vibe in the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/Sd0EejComVI/AAAAAAAAAX4/_Rba_PQSQEU/s1600-h/Ireland+and+More+044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/Sd0EejComVI/AAAAAAAAAX4/_Rba_PQSQEU/s400/Ireland+and+More+044.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322415257470671186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, it was the first time in over six months that I had been in an English-speaking country.  The funny thing is that I was actually out of my element.  I missed speaking Italian everyday and hearing the local people speak la lingua bella.  Yet, the Irish accent is great.  If I had one goal in life, it would be to be able to speak English in every accent around the world...perfectly: American (in every region), British, Irish, Scottish, Australian, South African, etc.  Okay, so maybe I should reaccess my goals...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The real beauty of Ireland came from two things: the small city of Blarney and the Guinness beer.  Primarily the former, although a true pint of Guinness is hard to pint.  So Matt and I hopped on a bus to Blarney and toured around the countryside and the Blarney Castle.  I kissed the stone so I'm set for life.  It's "cards on the table" time and the Blarney Stone can only help my odds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/Sd0GTJE9jeI/AAAAAAAAAYA/FDFvkG8P4pk/s1600-h/Ireland+and+More+058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/Sd0GTJE9jeI/AAAAAAAAAYA/FDFvkG8P4pk/s400/Ireland+and+More+058.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322417260545805794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There's me in the lower portion to show size relativity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/Sd0GzQx6yjI/AAAAAAAAAYI/1tvxRyBScoE/s1600-h/Ireland+and+More+059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/Sd0GzQx6yjI/AAAAAAAAAYI/1tvxRyBScoE/s400/Ireland+and+More+059.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322417812369230386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/Sd0HNBXzqBI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/oacUqxUeSM8/s1600-h/Ireland+and+More+060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/Sd0HNBXzqBI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/oacUqxUeSM8/s400/Ireland+and+More+060.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322418254909777938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes, very cliche, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/Sd0ISFYUfnI/AAAAAAAAAYY/Zec3pMvx45M/s1600-h/Ireland+and+More+066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/Sd0ISFYUfnI/AAAAAAAAAYY/Zec3pMvx45M/s400/Ireland+and+More+066.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322419441396645490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"So that's the Blarney Stoney??  The little gray brick at the bottom of the wall??"  Yeah, that's what I said.  One of the more awkward experiences of my life, but I'm glad I did it.  My Irish ancestry has never been stronger after this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/Sd0I6ciJg1I/AAAAAAAAAYg/kK8mKAiUbLU/s1600-h/Ireland+and+More+068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/Sd0I6ciJg1I/AAAAAAAAAYg/kK8mKAiUbLU/s400/Ireland+and+More+068.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322420134806651730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Blarney territory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/Sd0JS-2a3nI/AAAAAAAAAYo/e2WWFMIK_RY/s1600-h/Ireland+and+More+081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/Sd0JS-2a3nI/AAAAAAAAAYo/e2WWFMIK_RY/s400/Ireland+and+More+081.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322420556335341170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Exploring the woods&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/Sd0JzMM2srI/AAAAAAAAAYw/w5dM1dnBAzg/s1600-h/Ireland+and+More+055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/Sd0JzMM2srI/AAAAAAAAAYw/w5dM1dnBAzg/s400/Ireland+and+More+055.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322421109674914482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ireland also gave me the opportunity to hang out with some fellow Johnnie students for the first time since I began my SJBVC adventure.  Quality people indeed.  The only weird thing was it hit me that I was the only Johnnie alum in the group.  How did that happen so quick???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bottom line:  Ireland was great.  Such a different culture and experience than Italy.  I still feel "Italian" in my blood for some unexplainable reason, but I had to explore my Irish roots.  And even though I didn't see any leprechauns, I'm still convinced they're real.  Don't believe me?  Watch this news story:&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nda_OSWeyn8&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428950931088791454-2153353819870333940?l=bradypking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradypking.blogspot.com/feeds/2153353819870333940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428950931088791454&amp;postID=2153353819870333940' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428950931088791454/posts/default/2153353819870333940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428950931088791454/posts/default/2153353819870333940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradypking.blogspot.com/2009/04/trying-to-find-leprechaun.html' title='Trying to find the leprechaun'/><author><name>Brady P. King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00378975156422582922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZYj0PkO5k2s/TZlBSIfuSlI/AAAAAAAAAhI/ENmyaupuSBs/s220/201690_893966097783_17214142_42801251_4690732_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/Sd0CLYHR4VI/AAAAAAAAAXY/5fhdPcQ7vmU/s72-c/Ireland+and+More+039.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428950931088791454.post-1862850253216620854</id><published>2009-01-29T11:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T12:42:14.955-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Adventure continues...</title><content type='html'>Now, I should have posted this weeks ago, but I am convinced I must be taking after the Italian laidback lifestyle.  When in Rome, right?  Two weeks ago, I had the distinguished privilege of traveling to Germany for four great days.  Lukas and I left Sant'Anselmo at about 10:30 am in transit to the airport in Rome.  After a few delays, we arrived at the airport nearest to Billerbeck, Germany at about 9 or 10 at night.  We were planning on getting their around 6pm, but due to a delay in Rome and in our connection flight in Vienna, we arrived a little later.  Upon first reaching Germany, I finally felt Old Man Winter in the air after stepping outside.  It was quite colder in Germany than in Italy.  I have come to the conclusion that I've become a wuss (for lack of a better word) when it comes to cold weather.  I've been acclimated to the Mediteranean climate here in Rome and although we have had some chilly days, it is not really "winter" here.  I used to be quite strong in the winter after living (and running A LOT) in the Minnesota weather.  Even Omaha, Nebraska is the Arctic compared to Rome.  But, I digress...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we were met at the Dusseldorf airport by Lukas' dad.  When we arrived at Lukas' home in Billerbeck, his mom greeted us with a fantastic dinner.  I recall we were starving.  We had some great conversation about how certain words are translated from English to German (and even to Italian) and then we hit the hay.  Lukas and I were dead tired and wanted to do some site seeing the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, Lukas and I walked around Billerbeck and checked it out.  It is hard to explain but the town looked very "German" (in a good way).  I loved it.  Billerbeck is a small town of about 12,000 people, but one can cover all the ground in the town in about 15-20 minutes.  It actually reminded me of a very very Germanized version of Emmetsberg, Iowa!  No joke.  Everybody knows eachother and it seems like a nice place to live.  Billerbeck below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/SYIKjMIs_VI/AAAAAAAAAVo/jx5ITjuLwvg/s1600-h/Germany+112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/SYIKjMIs_VI/AAAAAAAAAVo/jx5ITjuLwvg/s400/Germany+112.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296807711410552146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we finished Billerbeck site seeing, we hopped in a car with Lukas' parents and drove 1.5 hours to the city of Cologne.  Cologne was great, a really booming metropolitan area of a little over one million people.  I took some cool pics of the cathedral, streets, shops, Rhine River, and we even went to a chocolate factory!  When in Germany, right?  I learned that chocolate actually stimulates postivie feelings and mood in the brain.  So, next time you think about passing on that tempting chocolate dessert, think about that, okay?  Pics of Cologne below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/SYIMGjtXUvI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/thCB4bd4QUM/s1600-h/Germany+091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/SYIMGjtXUvI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/thCB4bd4QUM/s400/Germany+091.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296809418545386226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/SYIMGbxO9kI/AAAAAAAAAWI/kB8UiwAlMKw/s1600-h/Germany+073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/SYIMGbxO9kI/AAAAAAAAAWI/kB8UiwAlMKw/s400/Germany+073.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296809416414131778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/SYIMGDEMUCI/AAAAAAAAAWA/wIYUVZSG2CA/s1600-h/Germany+050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/SYIMGDEMUCI/AAAAAAAAAWA/wIYUVZSG2CA/s400/Germany+050.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296809409782763554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/SYIMFzuPqfI/AAAAAAAAAV4/ne81SoSklus/s1600-h/Germany+038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/SYIMFzuPqfI/AAAAAAAAAV4/ne81SoSklus/s400/Germany+038.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296809405664176626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/SYIMFHmJsSI/AAAAAAAAAVw/hBdrDvGOyc4/s1600-h/Germany+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/SYIMFHmJsSI/AAAAAAAAAVw/hBdrDvGOyc4/s400/Germany+030.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296809393819070754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hit the city of Münster the next day. Münster, size-wise, is between Billerbeck and Cologne.  Not huge, but not small.  I enjoyed Münster the best out of the three cities I was able to see while in Germany.  It was beautiful and according to Lukas' parents was voted the best place to live in Germany.  I would have to agree.  It must be my German blood in agreement.  I have a little, you know.  The city of Münster is a big college town with a lot of young people.  We stayed there that evening and met up with a friend of Lukas' and then some other college-age people.  Very lively place.  Here are some pics of my thus far favorite place in Germany:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/SYIOvKiJcqI/AAAAAAAAAWY/Z0lQ1FRCS2Y/s1600-h/Germany+096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/SYIOvKiJcqI/AAAAAAAAAWY/Z0lQ1FRCS2Y/s400/Germany+096.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296812315185345186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/SYIOwdpvrDI/AAAAAAAAAWg/lSc6CPmEjFw/s1600-h/Germany+098.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/SYIOwdpvrDI/AAAAAAAAAWg/lSc6CPmEjFw/s400/Germany+098.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296812337497353266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/SYIOwW_32iI/AAAAAAAAAWo/CbE8anNUdQE/s1600-h/Germany+099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/SYIOwW_32iI/AAAAAAAAAWo/CbE8anNUdQE/s400/Germany+099.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296812335711115810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/SYIOwilQPgI/AAAAAAAAAWw/W2y4Pni07Z8/s1600-h/Germany+114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/SYIOwilQPgI/AAAAAAAAAWw/W2y4Pni07Z8/s400/Germany+114.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296812338820693506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/SYIOxGizbVI/AAAAAAAAAW4/CseyyW_ECfw/s1600-h/Germany+115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/SYIOxGizbVI/AAAAAAAAAW4/CseyyW_ECfw/s400/Germany+115.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296812348474092882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And on our train ride back from Munster to Billerbeck, we missed our stop.  So, we had to take the first taxi we saw.  This was it.  It was slow service, but had a cheap cab fare, about 50 cents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The final day in Germany, Lukas' parents had a great little house party with family and friends.  I was able to meet a lot of great people and try what little German I had learned (about 20 words!).  For example, the word squirrel is Eichhornchen.  Not very applicable, but I knew the word to say the least.  Then, we went out to a nice dinner in Billerbeck.  Lukas' parents were among some of the nicest people I have met since being in Europe.  The hospitality and generosity was tremendous!  I had a great time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I think that some "Brady King" from past generations had left his mark in Germany:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/SYIQ121ILmI/AAAAAAAAAXA/E3JwDuUupug/s1600-h/Germany+095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/SYIQ121ILmI/AAAAAAAAAXA/E3JwDuUupug/s400/Germany+095.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296814629178584674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think I'll go ahead and call it mine too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I hope I can go back to Germany in the next 5 months.  I would like to get to Berlin and/or Munich before it's all said and done.  Next on the travel itinerary is Ireland.  I'll be going to Cork, Ireland on February 25th and staying until March 1st.  Can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Rome at Sant'Anselmo: Still gardening, mowing lawns, landscaping, speaking Italian, and running.  I really really love Rome and where I live.  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King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00378975156422582922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZYj0PkO5k2s/TZlBSIfuSlI/AAAAAAAAAhI/ENmyaupuSBs/s220/201690_893966097783_17214142_42801251_4690732_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/SYIKjMIs_VI/AAAAAAAAAVo/jx5ITjuLwvg/s72-c/Germany+112.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428950931088791454.post-6339913698066523573</id><published>2008-12-31T07:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T09:03:16.910-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The end of 2008...</title><content type='html'>Well, after a week of vacation, I'm back working in the portineria.  I can't help but think about what a memorable Christmas season it was.  It's funny, looking back to last Christmas, I would have never guessed I would be spending Christmas 2008 in Italy.  Goes to show that when you try to speculate the future, there are always surprises lying in store.  What's next year?  Iraq?  This was the first time in my 23 years that I spent Christmas outside of home (and outside of the United States for that matter).  I was far from alone this Holiday season, though.  First of all, I had the people here in Rome:  Friends at Sant'Anselmo and people I've met along the way.  On top of that, my Dad and his wife, Donna, came along for 8 days over the Holiday. We had an awesome time.  Let's recap:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday, Dec. 22nd: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tour Around Roma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met my Dad and Donna at their hotel.  Although they were jet-lagged and tired, I showed them around Rome.  We walked a lot (you'll get that impression by the end of this re-cap).  First, we walked by the Roman Forum and the Colloseum, then along the Tiber River to the Vatican.  We strolled around St. Peter's square and went into the Basilica.  After that, we took the Metro subway to the Piazza di Spagna (aka the Spanish Steps) where there was an outdoor Christmas concert going on with children singing in both Italian and English.  We stayed for a couple of songs, then made our way over to the Trevi Fountain.  I took pictures of my Dad and Donna throwing coins in for good luck.  We had some authentic Italian pizza and vino, then walked back to their hotel near Termini.  They needed to recharge their batteries for the next day.  We never really got lost that night, but that would soon change...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, Dec. 23rd: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ancient Rome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After meeting Dad and Donna in the morning at their hotel (they slept like babies), we made our way over to the Roman Forum again, except this time we went in and toured around.  The Roman Forum is awesome and the best vision of what's left of the ancient city 2000 years ago.  Then we toured the ancient Palatino (palatine aka royal palace).  We hit the Colloseum next, going inside and walking around the ancient gladiator arena.  We then walked by the Circo Massimo (my Dad's a big Ben Hur fan) and I showed them around Central Rome where we ate a late lunch by the Pantheon.  We capped off the night at the Campo dei Fiori where we met up with some of my friends and had some vino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, Dec. 24th: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mass, Christmas Carols, and more Mass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I let my Dad and Donna sleep-in today.  I met them at their hotel at 3:00 pm.  We were planning on grabbing an early dinner and then going to a Christmas mass in English at 6:00 pm.  A friend of mine who I had met here in Rome, Todd from Australia, joined us.  He needed a family on Christmas, of course.  Another friend of mine from Australia, Paul who is a student at Sant'Anselmo, was singing at the Christmas mass, so we had to check it out and get our Christmas Carols' fix for the year.  We got on the wrong bus heading over towards the church, but thanks to the patience of my Dad and Donna, I finally got us all to a restaurant where we had a great meal, then to the church for mass.  After mass ended at about 8:00pm, we headed over to St. Peter's square to stand in line for the midnight mass with the Pope.  Did I mention I got tickets?  Lukas, my German comrade, was already holding a place in line for us.  What a saint. They started letting people in at about 10:30 pm.  We found some seats about halfway back from the main altar (St. Peter's Basillica is massive), and settled in until mass started at midnight.  It was a pretty interesting Christmas mass.  Many parts of the mass were in Latin, but the readings and such were in a wide variety of languages (English, Spanish, French, German, Portuguese, and more).  The homily was in Italian.  It was really cool.  The mass ended at 2:00am. It was th first time I had ever gone to more than one mass on Christmas, let alone in one day.  Lukas and I hopped in a cab and Dad and Donna decided to walk back to their hotel (all the way across town!).  I was hesitant to let them do it, but they insisted.  Map in hand, they treked back to their hotel.  They made it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, Dec. 25th: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Meal of All Meals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad and Donna met me at the Metro stop near Sant'Anselmo.  We walked up the Aventino Hill to the university and had a small little Christmas pre-game in my room.  Nothing crazy.  We listened to Christmas music and I opened a few gifts.  Then, at 1:00, it was time for pranzo (lunch).  This was no ordinary meal for the faint-of-heart.  This was the mega meal of all meals - The Big Kahuna.  Before the meal began, we had an apperitivo (pre-dinner drink of champagne, gin and tonics, etc.).  We stood around in the refectory, chatted in many languages, and I was able to introduce my Dad and Donna to the friends I had met since being here.  Then, we settled down at the table and ate food for an hour and a half, probably longer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starter Course:  Various cheeses, thinly sliced meets, artichokes, and olives.  Also, there was this delicious fried dough I couldn't get enough of.&lt;br /&gt;First Plate:  Two kinds of pasta (I had both).  One was a spaghetti with pesto and the other was a canneloni dish (long thick rolled pasta stuffed with cheeses) with marinara.  Insanely good!&lt;br /&gt;Second Plate:  The biggest hunk of meat I've ever had in my life.  An Italian version of a midwest steak.  Seasoned Potatoes as a side.&lt;br /&gt;Dulce (Dessert).  Two kinds of cake, can't remember what they're called but both were phenomenal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Pranzo, we stood around again for a half hour drinking post-meal liqueurs and caffe.  People broke out into Christmas Carols and we all laughed constantly while talking.  Then my Dad and Donna showed me their wedding video in my room (since I couldn't be there) from last September.  I walked my Dad and Donna down to the Metro stop and planned to meet them in the morning.  We all vowed to never eat again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, Dec. 26th:  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Picasso and Exploring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a rainy day, so we decided to hit an art exhibit nearby.  The exhibit was exclusively Picasso and it was incredible! It inspired me to a whole new level.  Then we had lunch by the Pantheon again...yeah we were finally hungry 24 hours post-Christmas pranzo.  Next, we went back to St. Peter's Basillica, then walked to the Villa Borguese which is a big park in the norther part of Rome.  We caught a Metro from the Spanish Steps down to my neck of the woods in an attempt to find a place with good vino and Italian food.  However, there is apparently this British/Australian holiday called Boxing Day that the Italians must celebrate.  Boxing Day is the day after Christmas and things kind of just shut down for a day.  We walked around for about two miles before finally finding a good Italian restaurant in Trastevere.  I might have gotten us lost.  We almost ate at this Indian restaurant, but my Dad put his foot down.  The Italian restaurant was hoppin' at the end of the night and we left happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, Dec. 27th:  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Firenze aka Florence&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Dad, Donna, and I all met at the train station to make our excursion to Florence.  We bought the cheap tickets (not the Express) and after four unnecessary hours, we arrived in Florence.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It was a lot colder in Florence than Rome.  Florence is farther north and sits on higher elevation.  I could feel my ears pop as we were in the train traveling.  I had been to Florence before, so I was able to guide us a little bit.  We spent the day in Florence walking around, going in churches, buildings, exploring piazzas and markets, and hanging out by the Arno River.  We had a nice dinner then headed to the train station at 8:00 pm to head back to Rome.  We took the express train and were back in less than two hours.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It was a bold move, but we did it.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Sunday, Dec. 28th:&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  Market and revisiting favorite sites&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I took my Dad and Donna to the big Sunday morning market today.  It's a market stretching for more than half a mile with everything you could possibly think of to purchase (clothes, electronics, crap, and more crap).  It's quality crap, though.  I've bought a nice running watch for 3 euro and a hoody sweatshirt for 10.  Solid.  Then we walked around the center of the city and hit some of our favorite sites:  Piazza Navona, the Pantheon (not the Parthenon, Dad), Trevi Fountain, and more.  Good day to take it all in again.  We ate at an Irish pub that night...for the second time!  I had forgotten what an American steak tasted like.  It still tasted Italian.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Monday, Dec. 29th:&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The Final Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;There was still one, correction, TWO important things Dad and Donna hadn't yet seen in Rome:  The Vatican Museums and the Sistine Chapel.  Today was the day to do it and it would be the perfect final day activity.  The Sistine Chapel is probably one of my more favorite things to see in Rome.  Word's can't describe.  So, we waited in line for an hour and got in to the museums.  After spending a couple of hours walking through the museums, it culminates with the Sistine Chapel.  We spent some time in La Cappella Sistina and soaked it all in.  Even after the third time I've been there, it still amazes me.  We grabbed a quick caffe and dulce, then Dad and Donna went back to their hotel to organize things for their departure.  I went back to Sant'Anselmo for a quick nap and shower.  We met up again at 7:30 pm for dinner.  Some friends of mine joined us at this Chinese restaurant with an Italian twist.  Great food.  We then headed over to Campo dei Fiori and enjoyed some Italian cigars and vino.  First time I had ever had a cigar with my Pops.  After some good conversation and a lot of laughs, I walked my Dad and Donna to the bus stop that would get them back to their hotel.  We said our goodbyes and I promised to give them an in-depth blog post after such a great week.  Ecco.  Thanks for a great week, Dad and Donna.  It went by way too fast!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;So, now I'm back to my routine, which is good.  Work will begin again and I couldn't be more excited for the next six months I still have in Rome.  I sit here, on the last day of 2008 thinking about all that's led me here.  Wow, what a ride.  Here's to all of you readers out there.  I miss you all and wish you the best in 2009!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Much love,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brady&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428950931088791454-6339913698066523573?l=bradypking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradypking.blogspot.com/feeds/6339913698066523573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428950931088791454&amp;postID=6339913698066523573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428950931088791454/posts/default/6339913698066523573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428950931088791454/posts/default/6339913698066523573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradypking.blogspot.com/2008/12/end-of-2008.html' title='The end of 2008...'/><author><name>Brady P. King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00378975156422582922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZYj0PkO5k2s/TZlBSIfuSlI/AAAAAAAAAhI/ENmyaupuSBs/s220/201690_893966097783_17214142_42801251_4690732_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428950931088791454.post-8814771820119212477</id><published>2008-12-19T08:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T09:26:05.142-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Immagini da Spagna e Buon Natale!</title><content type='html'>Woah, it's been over a month since I last updated this bad boy.  This is not because there has been nothing new to report.  The main reason I haven't updated lately is because my computer is ungodly slow when uploading images.  I'm just going to be patient with it today and give it an update before Christmas.  Ho pazienza adesso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, first thing's first:  At the end of November, I traveled to Madrid, Spain for four days to visit a couple of friends.  One friend is studying Spanish there for the semester and the other was visiting as well from the States.  It was the first time I had traveled outside of Italy since arriving to Europe last August.  Madrid was awesome!  In comparing it to Rome, I definitely think Rome has a lot more to see and experience.  The history here in Rome spans much farther back.   But even though there is more to see and do in Rome, the nightlife of Madrid was second to none...feel free to draw your own conclusions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During one day, I took a 3.5 hour walking tour (for free!) around Madrid one afternoon and saw a lot of cool things: churches (that used to be burlesque houses), palaces, famous statues and plazas, and places of executions during the Spanish inquisition.  The one complaint about the tour...the weather was bad.  It was rainy and windy the entire time, yet it was still worth it!  Pics from the trip below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/SUvRaTn0qvI/AAAAAAAAAUY/Z7FSc2-am68/s1600-h/spain01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/SUvRaTn0qvI/AAAAAAAAAUY/Z7FSc2-am68/s400/spain01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281545237896145650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A place where a ton of drummers play every Sunday night, people sit around enjoying the beats while drinking Spanish wine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/SUvRuR0WfqI/AAAAAAAAAUg/zLuYEoOJG44/s1600-h/spain02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/SUvRuR0WfqI/AAAAAAAAAUg/zLuYEoOJG44/s400/spain02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281545581009206946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The big Christmas tree getting Madrid ready for Navidad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/SUvSDsZObiI/AAAAAAAAAUo/qKN6mrb7nho/s1600-h/spain03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/SUvSDsZObiI/AAAAAAAAAUo/qKN6mrb7nho/s400/spain03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281545948920442402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/SUvSMRgSQDI/AAAAAAAAAUw/4TwtuNIRvNI/s1600-h/spain04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/SUvSMRgSQDI/AAAAAAAAAUw/4TwtuNIRvNI/s400/spain04.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281546096321118258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A famous bear statue at "El Sol."  It's said that the berries from the tree he's eating are a potent aphrodisiac...used to make a fine wine.  It would have been interesting to buy some...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/SUvTI84wXCI/AAAAAAAAAU4/IS8CAHgcb_A/s1600-h/spain06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/SUvTI84wXCI/AAAAAAAAAU4/IS8CAHgcb_A/s400/spain06.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281547138758630434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Royal Palace of the Monarchy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/SUvTUnoTYAI/AAAAAAAAAVA/czk1rzr3rMM/s1600-h/spain07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/SUvTUnoTYAI/AAAAAAAAAVA/czk1rzr3rMM/s400/spain07.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281547339210907650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Notice the lovely weather...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/SUvTfQQY8SI/AAAAAAAAAVI/iMz1JnS-rnI/s1600-h/spain09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/SUvTfQQY8SI/AAAAAAAAAVI/iMz1JnS-rnI/s400/spain09.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281547521915154722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I got lost, so I had to get in my map.  Always been a visual learner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/SUvT0s-0nII/AAAAAAAAAVQ/oZUgYW4o5rU/s1600-h/spain08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/SUvT0s-0nII/AAAAAAAAAVQ/oZUgYW4o5rU/s400/spain08.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281547890403351682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of the oldest parts of Madrid...the wall located in the lower portion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After returning from Madrid, I went back to work doing the usual:  working outside in the morning and in the portineria in the afternoons.  We installed a path in the gardens here that leads down the big olive tree hill I had mentioned in a previous blog post.  We installed this stradina (little road) so that we could bring gardening tools and the lawn mower down there (the massive staircase wouldn't work so well).  This was a fun project.  Unfortunately I don't have any pictures at this time.  Hopefully soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, just last week, the friends who I visited in Madrid came by Rome for a three day visit.  It was fun being the tour guide.  And next week, my dad and his wife are coming for a visit, so I got some nice practice in showing people around Rome.  I'm excited to have some family here for the first time since coming here and showing them my life for the last five months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I probably won't make another post until after the New Year.  So, I wish everybody a Buon Natale (Merry Christmas) and an awesome Nuovo Anno (New Year)!  Here's to 2009...the best year yet!  Salute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming soon:&lt;br /&gt;Trip to Germany, January 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao amici,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428950931088791454-8814771820119212477?l=bradypking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradypking.blogspot.com/feeds/8814771820119212477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428950931088791454&amp;postID=8814771820119212477' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428950931088791454/posts/default/8814771820119212477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428950931088791454/posts/default/8814771820119212477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradypking.blogspot.com/2008/12/immagini-da-spagna-e-buon-natale.html' title='Immagini da Spagna e Buon Natale!'/><author><name>Brady P. King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00378975156422582922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZYj0PkO5k2s/TZlBSIfuSlI/AAAAAAAAAhI/ENmyaupuSBs/s220/201690_893966097783_17214142_42801251_4690732_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/SUvRaTn0qvI/AAAAAAAAAUY/Z7FSc2-am68/s72-c/spain01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428950931088791454.post-835092274709660374</id><published>2008-11-05T07:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T02:39:51.869-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sant'Anselmo Demographics and Chainsaw Skills</title><content type='html'>Sant'Anselmo is truly a remarkable institution.  There is such a diverse population of people from around the globe living here.  As I've said before, one can see the world while sitting in the refectory eating a meal or walking around the main cloister.  I thought I would analyze the data to let you all see how diverse a global community there is here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following is a breakdown of the number of people (students, faculty, staff, volunteers, etc.) who live here according to their countries of origin:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argentina:  1&lt;br /&gt;Armenia:  1&lt;br /&gt;Australia:  1&lt;br /&gt;Austria:  1&lt;br /&gt;Belarus:  1&lt;br /&gt;Benin:  1&lt;br /&gt;Brazil:  3&lt;br /&gt;China:  3&lt;br /&gt;Congo:  2&lt;br /&gt;Croatia:  1&lt;br /&gt;Egypt:  1&lt;br /&gt;France:  5&lt;br /&gt;Germany:  8&lt;br /&gt;Hungary:  2&lt;br /&gt;India:  6&lt;br /&gt;Iraq:  1&lt;br /&gt;Ireland:  2&lt;br /&gt;Italy:  7&lt;br /&gt;Japan:  1&lt;br /&gt;Kenya:  1&lt;br /&gt;Lebanon:  3&lt;br /&gt;Macedonia:  1&lt;br /&gt;Mexico:  1&lt;br /&gt;Nigeria:  3&lt;br /&gt;Philippines:  2&lt;br /&gt;Romania:  2&lt;br /&gt;Senegal:  1&lt;br /&gt;Slovakia:  1&lt;br /&gt;South Korea:  5&lt;br /&gt;Spain:  6&lt;br /&gt;Switzerland:  1&lt;br /&gt;Syria:  1&lt;br /&gt;Tanzania:  4&lt;br /&gt;Ukraine:  1&lt;br /&gt;UK:  5&lt;br /&gt;USA:  16&lt;br /&gt;Venezuela:  2&lt;br /&gt;Vietnam:  2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total Residents:  115&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't until I received the 2008-09 edition of the Collegio Sant'Anselmo facebook directory that I was able to see all of this.  I knew we represented a lot of countries here, but it is pretty neat to see it all laid out in numbers.  Keep in mind that these numbers represent only the people living here.  There are other students, faculty, and staff who live elsewhere but still attend classes and work here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, work has been a bit wet lately.  It's been raining almost every other day for the past couple of weeks here. There is sunshine and great temperatures one day then the next is forceful winds and lightning of the likes I've never seen before.  It's kept the grass wet and work soggy, but still enjoyable.  I am still working outside every morning mowing the lawns and doing my best to help keep this place beautiful. Lately, though, I've been using the killer chainsaw!  Here's why:  Sant'Anselmo sits on a high hill in Rome called the Aventino.  There is a long cobblestone staircase that allows one passage to the street below.  I mean it's really long with a bench halfway up for a quick rest for those who may be short of breath.  In the vicinity of the staircase sits a ton of olive trees that tower high above the street and provide shade and shelter for the long staircase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/SRHMHRL1YaI/AAAAAAAAAPU/ENg9sfc3hq8/s1600-h/Rome_Beginnings+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/SRHMHRL1YaI/AAAAAAAAAPU/ENg9sfc3hq8/s400/Rome_Beginnings+019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265213864617009570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here are the olive trees in the upper portion of the picture.  The staircase begins where that building is to the left.  The stairs wind down to the Via Marmorata down the hill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These trees get cluttered every couple of years and it is necessary to cut some of the branches off to allow more sunlight to reach more of the trees, so that's where I've come in lately.  It's fun cutting with the chainsaw; however, it's when I lug the branches up the massive staircase that things are a little less enjoyable.  On the upside, it gives me a nice workout.  I must have made 30 trips up and down that staircase today hauling logs and branches.  There are olives all over the stairs now.  I'll probably have to clean that up later.  Hope nobody slips on an olive in the meantime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a couple of pics of me finally reaching manhood:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/SRHIK0JiIWI/AAAAAAAAAPE/BO75eMbpvWQ/s1600-h/Super+Serial+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/SRHIK0JiIWI/AAAAAAAAAPE/BO75eMbpvWQ/s400/Super+Serial+016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265209527495696738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/SRHIeUMfu7I/AAAAAAAAAPM/8FXsltIRhOE/s1600-h/Super+Serial+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/SRHIeUMfu7I/AAAAAAAAAPM/8FXsltIRhOE/s400/Super+Serial+017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265209862515571634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that is in the morning.  In the afternoons I work inside in the Portineria or the Front Desk at Sant'Anselmo.  I'm being baptized with fire into learning Italian through working here. Lately, I've been learning Italian faster than initially anticipated so I am content.  However, here have been my most common responses to the people who come up to the desk or call on the phone seeking answers:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Non lo so = I don't know&lt;br /&gt;Mi dispiace = I'm sorry&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand = Non capisco&lt;br /&gt;One moment please = Un momento per favore&lt;br /&gt;Please repeat =  Ripete per favore&lt;br /&gt;Excuse me? = Mi scusi?&lt;br /&gt;I don't speak Italian very well = Non parlo italiano molto benne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good news is that there is always someone closeby to help me if I am truly at a loss for words.  And most of the time, working there is pretty relaxing.  My Italian is getting better, I feel.  I don't know who said it, but I hope they were right when they said it can only get better from here.  There was also someone who said things need to get worse before they get better.  Hope that's not the case!  I'll try to get a picture of the portineria up here sometime soon.  Try not to stay on the edge of your seats for that one.  Until then, keep on truckin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salute,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brady&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428950931088791454-835092274709660374?l=bradypking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradypking.blogspot.com/feeds/835092274709660374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428950931088791454&amp;postID=835092274709660374' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428950931088791454/posts/default/835092274709660374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428950931088791454/posts/default/835092274709660374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradypking.blogspot.com/2008/11/santanselmo-demographics-and-chainsaw.html' title='Sant&apos;Anselmo Demographics and Chainsaw Skills'/><author><name>Brady P. King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00378975156422582922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZYj0PkO5k2s/TZlBSIfuSlI/AAAAAAAAAhI/ENmyaupuSBs/s220/201690_893966097783_17214142_42801251_4690732_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/SRHMHRL1YaI/AAAAAAAAAPU/ENg9sfc3hq8/s72-c/Rome_Beginnings+019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428950931088791454.post-5284071983157482254</id><published>2008-10-20T02:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T02:32:01.208-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I almost forgot!</title><content type='html'>Okay folks, I had forgotten to post this until now.  About a month ago, during the Congress of Abbots, I was able to attend a private papal audience and saw the Papa himself, Pope Benedict XVI.  I was sitting in the way back of the room and the Pope is a smaller man than I had anticipated, so I could just see the top of his little hat that he wears, but I snapped one picture.  You can't really see much, but that is the Pope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/SPxLSvU1e5I/AAAAAAAAAOs/whcsg1IR6FQ/s1600-h/Rome+Continues+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/SPxLSvU1e5I/AAAAAAAAAOs/whcsg1IR6FQ/s400/Rome+Continues+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259161250175482770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That's him in the white, I promise.  Best pic I could get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This all took place at his summer vacation home Castel Gandolfo, just outside of Rome.  Not too shabby a place to have a vacanza...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/SPxL7M_mSFI/AAAAAAAAAO0/dtIRvrp5b8M/s1600-h/Rome+Continues+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/SPxL7M_mSFI/AAAAAAAAAO0/dtIRvrp5b8M/s400/Rome+Continues+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259161945334237266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And some Swiss Guards.  I can't help it, but I always chuckle at the uniforms.  Props to Michelangelo for the design.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/SPxMk9jkOGI/AAAAAAAAAO8/JAR6Txb_l-w/s1600-h/Rome+Continues+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/SPxMk9jkOGI/AAAAAAAAAO8/JAR6Txb_l-w/s400/Rome+Continues+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259162662744635490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Italian, the Pope is called "Il Papa,"  but I kept referring to him as "La Papa" by accident.  There are two definitive articles in Italian as opposed to just using "the" in English and depending on the article, the word's meaning can change dramatically to denote masculinity (il) and femininity (la).  For instance, "La Papa" means something like "The Potato".  Whoops, won't happen again.  It's "Il Papa"...the Pope, not Potato.  That's it for now.  Have a good one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428950931088791454-5284071983157482254?l=bradypking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradypking.blogspot.com/feeds/5284071983157482254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428950931088791454&amp;postID=5284071983157482254' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428950931088791454/posts/default/5284071983157482254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428950931088791454/posts/default/5284071983157482254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradypking.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-almost-forgot.html' title='I almost forgot!'/><author><name>Brady P. King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00378975156422582922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZYj0PkO5k2s/TZlBSIfuSlI/AAAAAAAAAhI/ENmyaupuSBs/s220/201690_893966097783_17214142_42801251_4690732_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/SPxLSvU1e5I/AAAAAAAAAOs/whcsg1IR6FQ/s72-c/Rome+Continues+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428950931088791454.post-8286883298160729685</id><published>2008-10-13T10:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T11:52:05.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Firenze, Orientamento, e Nuovi Studenti</title><content type='html'>What's new?  After the end of the Abbot's Congress, I returned to working on the grounds around Sant'Anselmo.  The mornings here have become quite nice as the weather started cooling down.  I still wear shorts when mowing the lawns and working in the garden.  People make fun of me.  It has always been my opinion that mowing a lawn can be a work of art.  I like to think that the residents here enjoy my straight lines in the grass when I mow.  Perfetto.  Maybe after my completion of service for the BVC I should start my own lawn service.  Something to think about.  Besides working on the grounds, I am a server for meals now during pranzo (lunch) and cena (dinner).  This reminds me of my days as a waiter at Old Chicago, the only exception being that I can't sign people up for the World Beer Tour here.  I enjoy it though.  Beginning in November sometime, I am probably going to begin working in the portineria (front desk).  The reason for waiting until November is that I need to get my Italian up-to-snuff.  Crunch time.  I am now at the level of a 4-year old, piu o meno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was able to travel to Florence or Firenze, in Italian, this past weekend.  It was awesome.  Here are some pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/SPOOduhMS4I/AAAAAAAAANU/ti_gg5ikPxg/s1600-h/Rome+Continues+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/SPOOduhMS4I/AAAAAAAAANU/ti_gg5ikPxg/s400/Rome+Continues+018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256701831426100098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Piazza at the Cathedral&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/SPOO6CbWyxI/AAAAAAAAANc/8cMnzzaF11Y/s1600-h/Rome+Continues+024B.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/SPOO6CbWyxI/AAAAAAAAANc/8cMnzzaF11Y/s400/Rome+Continues+024B.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256702317806668562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;pondering life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/SPOPZV7a1eI/AAAAAAAAANk/FvZpptX7FBI/s1600-h/Rome+Continues+050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/SPOPZV7a1eI/AAAAAAAAANk/FvZpptX7FBI/s400/Rome+Continues+050.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256702855617369570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay, this was the highlight of the trip.  Climbing to the top of il duomo of the cathedral and looking at the entire city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/SPOP5MG4anI/AAAAAAAAANs/m96RDB5X7kA/s1600-h/Rome+Continues+058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/SPOP5MG4anI/AAAAAAAAANs/m96RDB5X7kA/s400/Rome+Continues+058.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256703402736904818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;anche questo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/SPORAAsGiQI/AAAAAAAAAN8/vR88Ju9QziI/s1600-h/Rome+Continues+071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/SPORAAsGiQI/AAAAAAAAAN8/vR88Ju9QziI/s400/Rome+Continues+071.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256704619442505986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;e nuovamente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Prego.  It was quite incredible to be up there.  After coming back from Florence, the new students began arriving one-by-one. The new academic year kicked off today.  It is pretty neat to sit in the refectory during a meal and look around at how diverse a global population there is here.  There are so many countries being represented at Sant'Anselmo.  You truly see the whole world during a meal.  Being able to meet some of them has been really interesting.  Along with the new students there comes a new and positive energy. I had the privilege to join many of them for the orientation activities this past week.  One highlight of the orientation last week was going to Subiaco where St. Benedict established his first monastery in the mountains some 1500 years ago.  I was honored to get the opportunity to go.   The natural beauty of Subiaco was phenomenal.  See below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/SPOTW0FTRYI/AAAAAAAAAOE/_bF_wE9yeLM/s1600-h/Subiaco+Etc.+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/SPOTW0FTRYI/AAAAAAAAAOE/_bF_wE9yeLM/s400/Subiaco+Etc.+018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256707210218784130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/SPOT7Vh9VII/AAAAAAAAAOM/AddOJ8_HnKc/s1600-h/Subiaco+Etc.+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/SPOT7Vh9VII/AAAAAAAAAOM/AddOJ8_HnKc/s400/Subiaco+Etc.+020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256707837672641666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/SPOUZIRw3AI/AAAAAAAAAOU/n7E--TZf4C4/s1600-h/Subiaco+Etc.+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/SPOUZIRw3AI/AAAAAAAAAOU/n7E--TZf4C4/s400/Subiaco+Etc.+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256708349511130114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cave where Benedict lived&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/SPOU0mAYTmI/AAAAAAAAAOc/bBIT7lqK1Lc/s1600-h/Subiaco+Etc.+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/SPOU0mAYTmI/AAAAAAAAAOc/bBIT7lqK1Lc/s400/Subiaco+Etc.+013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256708821347749474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Subiaco was definitely a highlight.  Other than that, I am still enjoying very much being in Rome.  I discover something new about my time here everyday, both internally and externally.  I find that vespers with the community in the evening before dinner is the best time for me to slow-down and reflect about the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In short, goals for the future:  improve my Italian (a lot), continue to meet new people, challenge myself, explore, and that's good enough for now.  I will try to update this blog more often than I have been, even if it's something short and quick.  In the meantime, be excellent to eachother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428950931088791454-8286883298160729685?l=bradypking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradypking.blogspot.com/feeds/8286883298160729685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428950931088791454&amp;postID=8286883298160729685' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428950931088791454/posts/default/8286883298160729685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428950931088791454/posts/default/8286883298160729685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradypking.blogspot.com/2008/10/firenze-orientamento-e-nuovi-studenti.html' title='Firenze, Orientamento, e Nuovi Studenti'/><author><name>Brady P. King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00378975156422582922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZYj0PkO5k2s/TZlBSIfuSlI/AAAAAAAAAhI/ENmyaupuSBs/s220/201690_893966097783_17214142_42801251_4690732_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/SPOOduhMS4I/AAAAAAAAANU/ti_gg5ikPxg/s72-c/Rome+Continues+018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428950931088791454.post-5857945547226365850</id><published>2008-09-16T09:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T10:22:17.709-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nuove Immagini!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/SM_nsl4BbqI/AAAAAAAAANM/g0pTekzzrUQ/s1600-h/Rome_Beginnings+088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/SM_nsl4BbqI/AAAAAAAAANM/g0pTekzzrUQ/s400/Rome_Beginnings+088.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246666844177264290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A shot of the River Tevere at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/SM_nX7IidrI/AAAAAAAAANE/zY8eHBcDjSU/s1600-h/Rome_Beginnings+072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/SM_nX7IidrI/AAAAAAAAANE/zY8eHBcDjSU/s400/Rome_Beginnings+072.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246666489106429618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;View from the tower at Sant'Anselmo.  The taller white building is the Vittoriano in the Piazza Venezia in Central Rome, about a 10 minute walk from where I live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/SM_nKvf5hwI/AAAAAAAAAM8/DSO62wh-rJo/s1600-h/Rome_Beginnings+058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/SM_nKvf5hwI/AAAAAAAAAM8/DSO62wh-rJo/s400/Rome_Beginnings+058.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246666262644885250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A Swiss Guard standing watch at the Vatican.  They literally do not move. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/SM_mzoT1S6I/AAAAAAAAAM0/mnVtBaklUq4/s1600-h/Rome_Beginnings+085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/SM_mzoT1S6I/AAAAAAAAAM0/mnVtBaklUq4/s400/Rome_Beginnings+085.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246665865578236834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lukas (black shirt) and some friends from Italian class at the Campo dei Fiori.  Lukas is the other volunteer here at Sant'Anselmo for the year from Germany.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/SM_mI0Z_cyI/AAAAAAAAAMk/XN-Q6_vYD4o/s1600-h/Rome_Beginnings+082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/SM_mI0Z_cyI/AAAAAAAAAMk/XN-Q6_vYD4o/s400/Rome_Beginnings+082.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246665130090918690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a posed picture of me throwing a coin in at la Fontana di Trevi.  I really did throw a coin in before this was taken.  Legend has it that throwing a coin into the fountain brings good luck and ensures a visit back to Rome in the future.  Sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/SM_mhSMaK7I/AAAAAAAAAMs/qBboKJaHpqk/s1600-h/Rome_Beginnings+071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/SM_mhSMaK7I/AAAAAAAAAMs/qBboKJaHpqk/s400/Rome_Beginnings+071.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246665550403873714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;River Tevere with the Castel Sant'Angelo in the background.  I've run to the castle a few times from Sant'Anselmo along the river.  Really neat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/SM_l136PMUI/AAAAAAAAAMc/nSU1DUh5cAE/s1600-h/Rome_Beginnings+054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/SM_l136PMUI/AAAAAAAAAMc/nSU1DUh5cAE/s400/Rome_Beginnings+054.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246664804613960002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428950931088791454-5857945547226365850?l=bradypking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradypking.blogspot.com/feeds/5857945547226365850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428950931088791454&amp;postID=5857945547226365850' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428950931088791454/posts/default/5857945547226365850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428950931088791454/posts/default/5857945547226365850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradypking.blogspot.com/2008/09/nuove-immagini.html' title='Nuove Immagini!'/><author><name>Brady P. King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00378975156422582922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZYj0PkO5k2s/TZlBSIfuSlI/AAAAAAAAAhI/ENmyaupuSBs/s220/201690_893966097783_17214142_42801251_4690732_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/SM_nsl4BbqI/AAAAAAAAANM/g0pTekzzrUQ/s72-c/Rome_Beginnings+088.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428950931088791454.post-4668727082760513195</id><published>2008-09-15T14:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T15:14:59.247-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A new stage and stepping out of the comfort zone</title><content type='html'>It's 11:11pm in Rome right now.  I tried to go to bed an hour ago as I have a long day ahead of me tomorrow.  However, I cannot sleep.  This time the inability to fall asleep has nothing to do with the incredible heat of my room or the flies that occupy it (I have to keep the window open).  Rather, it has something to do with a newfound sense of purpose, excitement, and the inability to shut it off for 8 hours.  So, it's time for another update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have now been at Sant'Anselmo for one month.  The time really is flying by.  Although I am beginning to feel more and more at home here, I STILL cannot believe that I actually live here.  The purpose of this blog is three-fold: A) Tell you what I'm currently up to; B) Explain how things have changed since the last post; and C) Attempt to offer a glimpse of what all of this means to me at the moment.  So, here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A) What I'm up to:  Last Friday was my final day of Italian class at Dilit Language school.  The last four weeks have been very intense in the classroom as I went from practically zero Italian to now having a basic knowledge.  I must make clear that this "basic" knowledge is very primitive and lacks little if any sophistication.  The good thing to keep in mind is that it will only get better from here on out...one can only hope.  So, having my afternoons free now, my job description is now changing quite a bit.  I will continue working on the grounds, for the time being, as well as working behind the scenes for the Congress of Abbots that is currently going on here for the next 10 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B)  What has changed with me:  I now understand why the people here at Sant'Anselmo tell me to "stay flexible."  This has nothing to do with stretching or calisthetics in the morning in order to develop vigor before work.  Instead, I'm finding out more and more the necessity to stustain mental flexibility because, starting today, every day will be different for a while.  This week begins the Congress of the Abbots which is hosted every four years at Sant'Anselmo.  I am not entirely sure of the details of the Congress, but about 250 Abbots from monasteries all over the world will be arriving at Sant'Anselmo these next few days for the Congress.  Today was jam-packed full of excitement!  I spent today preparing documents, attending a couple of meetings, greeting the incoming Abbots, showing some of them to their rooms (many of whom I couldn't understand a word they said...and probably vice versa), and washing dishes after dinner this evening.  Tomorrow, I will do this all over again, but maybe in a different order, maybe something entirely different, probably the latter, I am not really sure.  All I know is I better stretch after my run in the morning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C)  What does this all mean?  Well, to put it as simply as I can, it means that just when I think I have a routine in life, things can quickly change directions and all I can do is go with it, stay enthusiastic, and enjoy it along the way.  I've known this reality in life before, yet I constantly forget all about it when I get into a routine.  The first four weeks I was here, I had a routine and it was nice.  Yet, that is not why I applied to the BVC and it's not why I came here.  I came to Rome to challenge myself, try something new, step out of my comfort zone, and learn a thing or two about myself and this big unique world.  So, for me, these new challenges really force me to step out of my comfort zone.  Back home, in the United States (both in Omaha and CSB/SJU), I was around people whom I knew, a language I used freely and easily, and I usually had a routine.  I come to Rome knowing nearly nobody, though I'm quickly making friends (the people here are so welcoming), and trying to speak a language I've just learned to people I've recently met.  There have been a few uneasy moments where I've questioned "Why am I here?"  Yet, each new day brings more and more reassurance that this is where I need to be right now.  That through this experience I'm going to continue searching and figuring out the person I'm suppose to be.  Maybe not, but I do know that the only way it COULD happen is for me to continue feeling a little uncomfortable every day and experience an element of "how do I get through this?" I know there are people here working WAY harder than me, so I'll keep that in mind.  All I can do is continue to make it my goal to try my best, be honest with myself, seek new challenges, and hopefully grow in the process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writing this has made me a little tired, so I think I'll hit the hay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More pictures coming very soon (maybe some artwork too)...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428950931088791454-4668727082760513195?l=bradypking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradypking.blogspot.com/feeds/4668727082760513195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428950931088791454&amp;postID=4668727082760513195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428950931088791454/posts/default/4668727082760513195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428950931088791454/posts/default/4668727082760513195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradypking.blogspot.com/2008/09/new-stage-and-stepping-out-of-comfort.html' title='A new stage and stepping out of the comfort zone'/><author><name>Brady P. King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00378975156422582922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZYj0PkO5k2s/TZlBSIfuSlI/AAAAAAAAAhI/ENmyaupuSBs/s220/201690_893966097783_17214142_42801251_4690732_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428950931088791454.post-7415384776503195567</id><published>2008-08-30T01:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T04:45:15.595-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't believe I live here...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/SLkEVS6jkTI/AAAAAAAAALE/kaDm4RabVK8/s1600-h/Rome_Beginnings+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/SLkEVS6jkTI/AAAAAAAAALE/kaDm4RabVK8/s400/Rome_Beginnings+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240224405323485490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being that I've now been in Rome for almost two weeks, I think it's sufficient to give my first update on what's been happening since I journeyed to this incredible city.  On Tuesday, August 19th, after 12 hours of traveling, I arrived at the airport in Rome.  I didn't sleep a wink on the plane because I was so excited I could barely sit still.  I watched a couple movies, read a little, but my mind wandered constantly towards thoughts of excitement about the unknown of the upcoming year.  Sleeping was impossible.  Arriving in Rome, I was greeted by Michael and William, two monks from Saint John's who are currently working at Sant'Anselmo - the monastery/university where I will call home for the next year.  That's part of the deal with the SJBVC, I work and volunteer at Sant'Anselmo and I am able to live with the community here.  Pretty nice gig so far.  So, in transit from the airport to Sant'Anselmo, Michael asks me if it would be okay for me to start my Italian class that afternoon.  I was incredibly eager to start learning Italian as I knew that would be the initial barrier to overcome in living here.  So, I forgot about the jet lag for the time being and started getting excited...yet again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After unpacking and settling into my new room, I took the 5 minute subway ride to the center of Rome where Dilit, the international language school, is located.  It was a bit overwhelming the first day in trying to keep up with the teacher (she only speaks Italian in the classroom) but the exciting demeanor of the other students kept me interested.  The class has been phenomenal so far.  I have just completed Week Two of the Level One program and already my Italian is vastly improving (which isn't saying much being that I had zero Italian prior to coming here).  Although I would not say it is very good, my Italian is at a state where I can survive in the city, ask people for directions, greet and dismiss myself, etc.  One of the most interesting components of the Italian class is that I am the only U.S. American out of about 16 people in the class.  In class, I have met people from Sweden, Holland, Brazil, Yemen, Australia, Spain, France, Switzerland, and Canada.  In just one short week, I have met more people from different countries than I have met in my entire life before this.  It is truly remarkable to meet people from all over the world and the even more amazing thing is that many of us share so much in common.  In the evenings after dinner, I have been meeting up with them to explore Rome.  I am thankful that I have been able to find some good friends so quickly since arriving here.  They all speak English pretty well too, which is nice for me...for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/SLkOcT8usRI/AAAAAAAAALk/ADtoSCUwRuo/s1600-h/Rome_Beginnings+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/SLkOcT8usRI/AAAAAAAAALk/ADtoSCUwRuo/s400/Rome_Beginnings+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240235520976400658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Italian class makes up about 3 hours of my afternoon.  In the mornings I am working at Sant'Anselmo, primarily outside on the grounds.  I wake up at about 7:00 every morning Monday through Friday.  I go for a quick run, shower, eat breakfast and then start working around 8:30.  So far, I have been mowing the lawns of Sant'Anselmo, weeding, sculpting/trimming bushes and shrubbery, as well as planting flowers.  I am really enjoying the work so far.  It gives me a chance to work outside (the weather here in the morning is awesome) and get down and dirty a little bit.  I finish working before noon.  The other volunteer here, Lukas, is from Germany.  He is 20 years old and will be here a year also.  We work together in the mornings and get along great.  He was here a month before I arrived so he was pretty eager for another younger person to get here.  It makes the morning go by a lot better with someone to talk to, work with, and joke around with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/SLkN9TvfYxI/AAAAAAAAALc/iXXgQ8FZAkI/s1600-h/Rome_Beginnings+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/SLkN9TvfYxI/AAAAAAAAALc/iXXgQ8FZAkI/s400/Rome_Beginnings+025.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240234988344926994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After work at 1:00pm is lunch.  Now lunch here in Italy is an experience.  Lunch in Italy is what dinner is in the U.S.  By that I mean that it is our biggest, best, and longest meal of the day.  I think it's safe to say that it looks like I am not going to be starving this year.  We eat well.  You might not recognize me next time I see you as I'll probably be 20 pounds heavier, hence the running everyday.  It would be an understatement to say that the food is great here.  It exceeds greatness.  It is a true Italian meal just as you would imagine it.  I always need a cup of coffee or two after lunch in order to avoid dozing off in class in the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/SLkO-UqQXgI/AAAAAAAAALs/sL2LN8xsReE/s1600-h/Rome_Beginnings+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/SLkO-UqQXgI/AAAAAAAAALs/sL2LN8xsReE/s400/Rome_Beginnings+011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240236105282903554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The evenings and weekends have given me opportunities to explore Rome with Lukas, the other people from my class, as well as by myself.  This city is truly one of the greatest cities in the world.  I have seen so much so far and from what I hear, I've just caught a glimpse of the tip of the iceberg.  From the Vatican, Colloseum, Circus Maximus, Pantheon, and A LOT of neat churches, castles, and monuments.  I could go on, but I'll let the pictures speak for themselves and even they can't do Rome justice for how great it is to experience.  That's it for now.  I miss everyone back home tremendously and wish you all the best in this coming year.  If you get an itch to go do that Europe thing sometime this year, visitors at Sant'Anselmo are always welcome.  Peace out and stay cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/SLkP02KYvWI/AAAAAAAAAL0/ap8Aj2oh6LA/s1600-h/Rome_Beginnings+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/SLkP02KYvWI/AAAAAAAAAL0/ap8Aj2oh6LA/s400/Rome_Beginnings+030.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240237041988975970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/SLkR-NJLYMI/AAAAAAAAAL8/zRdap5eWr4I/s1600-h/Rome_Beginnings+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/SLkR-NJLYMI/AAAAAAAAAL8/zRdap5eWr4I/s400/Rome_Beginnings+033.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240239401799999682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428950931088791454-7415384776503195567?l=bradypking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradypking.blogspot.com/feeds/7415384776503195567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428950931088791454&amp;postID=7415384776503195567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428950931088791454/posts/default/7415384776503195567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428950931088791454/posts/default/7415384776503195567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradypking.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-cant-believe-i-live-here.html' title='I can&apos;t believe I live here...'/><author><name>Brady P. King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00378975156422582922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZYj0PkO5k2s/TZlBSIfuSlI/AAAAAAAAAhI/ENmyaupuSBs/s220/201690_893966097783_17214142_42801251_4690732_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/SLkEVS6jkTI/AAAAAAAAALE/kaDm4RabVK8/s72-c/Rome_Beginnings+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428950931088791454.post-2119431356547821253</id><published>2008-08-14T16:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T16:12:41.251-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Motion</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/SKS7Yj9kAsI/AAAAAAAAAK8/eqdQol5uuGI/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234514697556067010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/SKS7Yj9kAsI/AAAAAAAAAK8/eqdQol5uuGI/s400/005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Motion #1&lt;br /&gt;Oil on Canvas&lt;br /&gt;Spring 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/SKS7CGH1euI/AAAAAAAAAK0/Xjn5IQA621g/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234514311588969186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/SKS7CGH1euI/AAAAAAAAAK0/Xjn5IQA621g/s400/004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Motion #2&lt;br /&gt;Oil on Canvas&lt;br /&gt;Spring 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to capture motion, intensity, and determination.  These will probably be the last running portraits I create for a while with drawing and painting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428950931088791454-2119431356547821253?l=bradypking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradypking.blogspot.com/feeds/2119431356547821253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428950931088791454&amp;postID=2119431356547821253' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428950931088791454/posts/default/2119431356547821253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428950931088791454/posts/default/2119431356547821253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradypking.blogspot.com/2008/08/motion.html' title='Motion'/><author><name>Brady P. King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00378975156422582922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZYj0PkO5k2s/TZlBSIfuSlI/AAAAAAAAAhI/ENmyaupuSBs/s220/201690_893966097783_17214142_42801251_4690732_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/SKS7Yj9kAsI/AAAAAAAAAK8/eqdQol5uuGI/s72-c/005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428950931088791454.post-2012459982474725197</id><published>2008-04-01T21:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T16:01:12.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/R_MM8Ucr1II/AAAAAAAAAJ0/YvtnfoRhNy8/s1600-h/SelfPortraitOil.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184501826454279298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/R_MM8Ucr1II/AAAAAAAAAJ0/YvtnfoRhNy8/s400/SelfPortraitOil.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Waiting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Oil on Canvas&lt;br /&gt;March 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a self portrait I've been working on over the month of March. Again, I'm learning more and more when it comes to painting with every one that I dish out. I was pleased with the perspective I used with this one. I guess I wanted to make this one ambiguous in regard to what I'm looking at, what I'm thinking, what I'm feeling. To be honest, I don't really know what was going through my head when choosing this pose. I just want to paint in the exact way that I feel right at the moment. I suppose this one can be explained in that it seems like, lately, I'm always waiting for something. When I can't make up my mind, I'm waiting. That feeling of waiting can finally kick me into gear though. I don't know what lies ahead. But I do know that sitting around waiting for it, worrying and such, that a lot of other great things can really come and go. So, in short, live in the moment, plan for today, and let it flow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428950931088791454-2012459982474725197?l=bradypking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradypking.blogspot.com/feeds/2012459982474725197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428950931088791454&amp;postID=2012459982474725197' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428950931088791454/posts/default/2012459982474725197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428950931088791454/posts/default/2012459982474725197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradypking.blogspot.com/2008/04/let-it-flow.html' title='Waiting'/><author><name>Brady P. King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00378975156422582922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZYj0PkO5k2s/TZlBSIfuSlI/AAAAAAAAAhI/ENmyaupuSBs/s220/201690_893966097783_17214142_42801251_4690732_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/R_MM8Ucr1II/AAAAAAAAAJ0/YvtnfoRhNy8/s72-c/SelfPortraitOil.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428950931088791454.post-2476626371044652893</id><published>2008-03-05T17:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T21:36:32.002-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Portrait</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/R89NGtXstMI/AAAAAAAAAJs/Oig6a44nePM/s1600-h/Phil_In_Jupiter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174439274525537474" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/R89NGtXstMI/AAAAAAAAAJs/Oig6a44nePM/s400/Phil_In_Jupiter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;Phil in Jupiter&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oil on Canvas&lt;br /&gt;February 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a portrait I did of a classmate in Painting class. We had the task of painting a portrait of someone (besides ourselves), so I painted Phil and he painted me. This was my first time using oil paint in color so it was definitely a learning process. I experimented a lot with mixing colors for this one and using warm tones as well as cool tones in making the right pigment for human flesh. Not as easy a task as I imagined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why Jupiter? Well because the background looks like Jupiter and &lt;em&gt;Jupiter &lt;/em&gt;is the name of a really good 311 song. The song is positive with a good rhythm, much as I think painting can be. Phil's a positive, upbeat dude as well, so that worked.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428950931088791454-2476626371044652893?l=bradypking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradypking.blogspot.com/feeds/2476626371044652893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428950931088791454&amp;postID=2476626371044652893' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428950931088791454/posts/default/2476626371044652893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428950931088791454/posts/default/2476626371044652893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradypking.blogspot.com/2008/03/portrait.html' title='Portrait'/><author><name>Brady P. King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00378975156422582922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZYj0PkO5k2s/TZlBSIfuSlI/AAAAAAAAAhI/ENmyaupuSBs/s220/201690_893966097783_17214142_42801251_4690732_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/R89NGtXstMI/AAAAAAAAAJs/Oig6a44nePM/s72-c/Phil_In_Jupiter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428950931088791454.post-1603073470392395593</id><published>2007-12-16T19:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T19:45:10.171-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Soldier's Portrait</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/R2XwacycwmI/AAAAAAAAAJk/R4hnQ0inGXU/s1600-h/SoldierPortrait.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144782486535717474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/R2XwacycwmI/AAAAAAAAAJk/R4hnQ0inGXU/s400/SoldierPortrait.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;Soldier's Portrait&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Graphite on Paper&lt;br /&gt;Fall 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fourth drawing in my Senior Studio Thesis.  All of this work is at the Gorecki gallery at the BAC and soon to be in the Saint John's Art Center gallery for the Juried Exhibition this coming January.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428950931088791454-1603073470392395593?l=bradypking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradypking.blogspot.com/feeds/1603073470392395593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428950931088791454&amp;postID=1603073470392395593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428950931088791454/posts/default/1603073470392395593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428950931088791454/posts/default/1603073470392395593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradypking.blogspot.com/2007/12/soldiers-portrait.html' title='Soldier&apos;s Portrait'/><author><name>Brady P. King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00378975156422582922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZYj0PkO5k2s/TZlBSIfuSlI/AAAAAAAAAhI/ENmyaupuSBs/s220/201690_893966097783_17214142_42801251_4690732_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/R2XwacycwmI/AAAAAAAAAJk/R4hnQ0inGXU/s72-c/SoldierPortrait.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428950931088791454.post-4292567385413095160</id><published>2007-12-16T19:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T19:42:56.388-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Desert</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/R2Xv2cycwlI/AAAAAAAAAJc/GbG1L31pDzo/s1600-h/DesertWar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144781868060426834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/R2Xv2cycwlI/AAAAAAAAAJc/GbG1L31pDzo/s400/DesertWar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;Desert&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Graphite on Paper&lt;br /&gt;Fall 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third drawing I made for my Senior Studio Thesis.  It is in a series along with the &lt;em&gt;World Trade Center&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;Bombing &lt;/em&gt;drawings that were posted previously here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428950931088791454-4292567385413095160?l=bradypking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradypking.blogspot.com/feeds/4292567385413095160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428950931088791454&amp;postID=4292567385413095160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428950931088791454/posts/default/4292567385413095160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428950931088791454/posts/default/4292567385413095160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradypking.blogspot.com/2007/12/desert.html' title='Desert'/><author><name>Brady P. King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00378975156422582922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZYj0PkO5k2s/TZlBSIfuSlI/AAAAAAAAAhI/ENmyaupuSBs/s220/201690_893966097783_17214142_42801251_4690732_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/R2Xv2cycwlI/AAAAAAAAAJc/GbG1L31pDzo/s72-c/DesertWar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428950931088791454.post-5309235349959190505</id><published>2007-12-16T19:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T19:40:15.029-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aerial View</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/R2XvO8ycwkI/AAAAAAAAAJU/MU33DxBnfCE/s1600-h/FinalArchAerial+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144781189455594050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/R2XvO8ycwkI/AAAAAAAAAJU/MU33DxBnfCE/s400/FinalArchAerial+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is a bird's eye view of the house as situated on the lot.  It's a corner lot in a neighborhood with a lot of trees dividing the lots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428950931088791454-5309235349959190505?l=bradypking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradypking.blogspot.com/feeds/5309235349959190505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428950931088791454&amp;postID=5309235349959190505' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428950931088791454/posts/default/5309235349959190505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428950931088791454/posts/default/5309235349959190505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradypking.blogspot.com/2007/12/aerial-view.html' title='Aerial View'/><author><name>Brady P. King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00378975156422582922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZYj0PkO5k2s/TZlBSIfuSlI/AAAAAAAAAhI/ENmyaupuSBs/s220/201690_893966097783_17214142_42801251_4690732_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/R2XvO8ycwkI/AAAAAAAAAJU/MU33DxBnfCE/s72-c/FinalArchAerial+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428950931088791454.post-8964247486635600910</id><published>2007-12-16T19:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T19:34:59.897-08:00</updated><title type='text'>House Design: Feature</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/R2XuFcycwjI/AAAAAAAAAJM/XBxXGso6mxU/s1600-h/ArchFeature.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144779926735209010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/R2XuFcycwjI/AAAAAAAAAJM/XBxXGso6mxU/s400/ArchFeature.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is the full color image of the house I designed.  The plot of land it sits on does actually exist in Omaha, Nebraska.  I had fun making this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428950931088791454-8964247486635600910?l=bradypking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradypking.blogspot.com/feeds/8964247486635600910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428950931088791454&amp;postID=8964247486635600910' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428950931088791454/posts/default/8964247486635600910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428950931088791454/posts/default/8964247486635600910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradypking.blogspot.com/2007/12/house-design-feature.html' title='House Design: Feature'/><author><name>Brady P. King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00378975156422582922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZYj0PkO5k2s/TZlBSIfuSlI/AAAAAAAAAhI/ENmyaupuSBs/s220/201690_893966097783_17214142_42801251_4690732_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/R2XuFcycwjI/AAAAAAAAAJM/XBxXGso6mxU/s72-c/ArchFeature.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428950931088791454.post-5941230826935286034</id><published>2007-12-02T11:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T11:26:50.679-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/R1MGUatxugI/AAAAAAAAAI4/EHj8BZ_5r4U/s1600-R/Arch+-+Final+Project05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139458547598342658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/R1MGUatxugI/AAAAAAAAAI4/fUsBqJLYaR8/s400/Arch+-+Final+Project05.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/R1MGPqtxufI/AAAAAAAAAIw/_-pbaSOwbOo/s1600-R/Arch+-+Final+Project06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139458465993964018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/R1MGPqtxufI/AAAAAAAAAIw/Om3Drr610uw/s400/Arch+-+Final+Project06.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The top image is an elevated view (southwest) of the house created using Adobe Illustrator.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I used Photoshop to place the line drawing in the lot I've chosen for it just to give you an idea of how the finished product will look. Within the next week, I'll have a fully color-rendered image of the house in the lot. Stay tuned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428950931088791454-5941230826935286034?l=bradypking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradypking.blogspot.com/feeds/5941230826935286034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428950931088791454&amp;postID=5941230826935286034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428950931088791454/posts/default/5941230826935286034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428950931088791454/posts/default/5941230826935286034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradypking.blogspot.com/2007/12/top-image-is-elevated-view-southwest-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Brady P. King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00378975156422582922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZYj0PkO5k2s/TZlBSIfuSlI/AAAAAAAAAhI/ENmyaupuSBs/s220/201690_893966097783_17214142_42801251_4690732_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/R1MGUatxugI/AAAAAAAAAI4/fUsBqJLYaR8/s72-c/Arch+-+Final+Project05.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428950931088791454.post-7044825183121648662</id><published>2007-12-02T11:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T11:20:19.874-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/R1MFLqtxuaI/AAAAAAAAAII/FNvHyOD44tM/s1600-R/Arch+-+Final+Project05sketch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139457297762859426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/R1MFLqtxuaI/AAAAAAAAAII/dP_7a4iqYqA/s400/Arch+-+Final+Project05sketch.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is a concept sketch of how the house will look once it's placed in the context of the lot.  I found an actual lot that this house could be built and I've designed it to fit this environment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428950931088791454-7044825183121648662?l=bradypking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradypking.blogspot.com/feeds/7044825183121648662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428950931088791454&amp;postID=7044825183121648662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428950931088791454/posts/default/7044825183121648662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428950931088791454/posts/default/7044825183121648662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradypking.blogspot.com/2007/12/this-is-concept-sketch-of-how-house.html' title=''/><author><name>Brady P. King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00378975156422582922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZYj0PkO5k2s/TZlBSIfuSlI/AAAAAAAAAhI/ENmyaupuSBs/s220/201690_893966097783_17214142_42801251_4690732_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/R1MFLqtxuaI/AAAAAAAAAII/dP_7a4iqYqA/s72-c/Arch+-+Final+Project05sketch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428950931088791454.post-7518859987132225253</id><published>2007-12-02T11:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T11:06:33.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/R1MCLKtxuZI/AAAAAAAAAIA/DhIJbKimiGs/s1600-R/Arch+003+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139453990638041490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/R1MCLKtxuZI/AAAAAAAAAIA/cuOhceauCbc/s400/Arch+003+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Final North Elevation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428950931088791454-7518859987132225253?l=bradypking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradypking.blogspot.com/feeds/7518859987132225253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428950931088791454&amp;postID=7518859987132225253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428950931088791454/posts/default/7518859987132225253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428950931088791454/posts/default/7518859987132225253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradypking.blogspot.com/2007/12/final-north-elevation.html' title=''/><author><name>Brady P. King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00378975156422582922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZYj0PkO5k2s/TZlBSIfuSlI/AAAAAAAAAhI/ENmyaupuSBs/s220/201690_893966097783_17214142_42801251_4690732_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/R1MCLKtxuZI/AAAAAAAAAIA/cuOhceauCbc/s72-c/Arch+003+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428950931088791454.post-4356868671289711055</id><published>2007-12-02T11:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T11:06:08.237-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/R1MCD6txuYI/AAAAAAAAAH4/ARr5PrRI96c/s1600-R/FinalArch03+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139453866083989890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/R1MCD6txuYI/AAAAAAAAAH4/VzJDPgdmWCA/s400/FinalArch03+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Final South Elevation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428950931088791454-4356868671289711055?l=bradypking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradypking.blogspot.com/feeds/4356868671289711055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428950931088791454&amp;postID=4356868671289711055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428950931088791454/posts/default/4356868671289711055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428950931088791454/posts/default/4356868671289711055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradypking.blogspot.com/2007/12/final-south-elevation.html' title=''/><author><name>Brady P. King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00378975156422582922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZYj0PkO5k2s/TZlBSIfuSlI/AAAAAAAAAhI/ENmyaupuSBs/s220/201690_893966097783_17214142_42801251_4690732_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/R1MCD6txuYI/AAAAAAAAAH4/VzJDPgdmWCA/s72-c/FinalArch03+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428950931088791454.post-4379522981911589090</id><published>2007-12-02T11:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T11:05:29.799-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/R1MB5atxuXI/AAAAAAAAAHw/dKr38NZ74Hw/s1600-R/FinalArch02+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139453685695363442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/R1MB5atxuXI/AAAAAAAAAHw/H2FD7i9dCsM/s400/FinalArch02+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and here's the final floor plan for the upper level&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428950931088791454-4379522981911589090?l=bradypking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradypking.blogspot.com/feeds/4379522981911589090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428950931088791454&amp;postID=4379522981911589090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428950931088791454/posts/default/4379522981911589090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428950931088791454/posts/default/4379522981911589090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradypking.blogspot.com/2007/12/and-heres-final-floor-plan-for-upper.html' title=''/><author><name>Brady P. King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00378975156422582922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZYj0PkO5k2s/TZlBSIfuSlI/AAAAAAAAAhI/ENmyaupuSBs/s220/201690_893966097783_17214142_42801251_4690732_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/R1MB5atxuXI/AAAAAAAAAHw/H2FD7i9dCsM/s72-c/FinalArch02+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428950931088791454.post-7915383331468515061</id><published>2007-12-02T11:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T11:04:52.753-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/R1MBp6txuWI/AAAAAAAAAHo/U_XnKxlvXHw/s1600-R/FinalArch01+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139453419407391074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/R1MBp6txuWI/AAAAAAAAAHo/oqtw2izahNE/s400/FinalArch01+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Final Floor Plan for the Ground Level&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428950931088791454-7915383331468515061?l=bradypking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradypking.blogspot.com/feeds/7915383331468515061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428950931088791454&amp;postID=7915383331468515061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428950931088791454/posts/default/7915383331468515061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428950931088791454/posts/default/7915383331468515061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradypking.blogspot.com/2007/12/final-floor-plan-for-ground-level.html' title=''/><author><name>Brady P. King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00378975156422582922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZYj0PkO5k2s/TZlBSIfuSlI/AAAAAAAAAhI/ENmyaupuSBs/s220/201690_893966097783_17214142_42801251_4690732_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/R1MBp6txuWI/AAAAAAAAAHo/oqtw2izahNE/s72-c/FinalArch01+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428950931088791454.post-2918381939699571266</id><published>2007-12-02T10:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T10:55:34.679-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/R1L_l6txuVI/AAAAAAAAAHg/MfHpuypX-Zc/s1600-R/Arch+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139451151664658770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/R1L_l6txuVI/AAAAAAAAAHg/plmXSqMbzWA/s400/Arch+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;North Elevation (back of house)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428950931088791454-2918381939699571266?l=bradypking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradypking.blogspot.com/feeds/2918381939699571266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428950931088791454&amp;postID=2918381939699571266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428950931088791454/posts/default/2918381939699571266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428950931088791454/posts/default/2918381939699571266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradypking.blogspot.com/2007/12/north-elevation-back-of-house.html' title=''/><author><name>Brady P. King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00378975156422582922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZYj0PkO5k2s/TZlBSIfuSlI/AAAAAAAAAhI/ENmyaupuSBs/s220/201690_893966097783_17214142_42801251_4690732_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/R1L_l6txuVI/AAAAAAAAAHg/plmXSqMbzWA/s72-c/Arch+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428950931088791454.post-3550943981763003870</id><published>2007-12-02T10:54:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T10:55:04.178-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/R1L_eqtxuUI/AAAAAAAAAHY/MJ3at3kReXM/s1600-R/Arch+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139451027110607170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/R1L_eqtxuUI/AAAAAAAAAHY/CcBSz4YRSxw/s400/Arch+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; South Elevation (front of house)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428950931088791454-3550943981763003870?l=bradypking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradypking.blogspot.com/feeds/3550943981763003870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428950931088791454&amp;postID=3550943981763003870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428950931088791454/posts/default/3550943981763003870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428950931088791454/posts/default/3550943981763003870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradypking.blogspot.com/2007/12/south-elevation-front-of-house.html' title=''/><author><name>Brady P. King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00378975156422582922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZYj0PkO5k2s/TZlBSIfuSlI/AAAAAAAAAhI/ENmyaupuSBs/s220/201690_893966097783_17214142_42801251_4690732_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/R1L_eqtxuUI/AAAAAAAAAHY/CcBSz4YRSxw/s72-c/Arch+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428950931088791454.post-7114504799135549479</id><published>2007-12-02T10:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T10:54:31.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/R1L_WatxuTI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/2wZDCZSBMaQ/s1600-R/Arch+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139450885376686386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/R1L_WatxuTI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/efpDZC0Pd-c/s400/Arch+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Second Floor Plan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428950931088791454-7114504799135549479?l=bradypking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradypking.blogspot.com/feeds/7114504799135549479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428950931088791454&amp;postID=7114504799135549479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428950931088791454/posts/default/7114504799135549479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428950931088791454/posts/default/7114504799135549479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradypking.blogspot.com/2007/12/second-floor-plan.html' title=''/><author><name>Brady P. King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00378975156422582922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZYj0PkO5k2s/TZlBSIfuSlI/AAAAAAAAAhI/ENmyaupuSBs/s220/201690_893966097783_17214142_42801251_4690732_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/R1L_WatxuTI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/efpDZC0Pd-c/s72-c/Arch+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428950931088791454.post-1694062826995176801</id><published>2007-12-02T10:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T10:54:00.473-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/R1L_KqtxuSI/AAAAAAAAAHI/Z30VPvotLao/s1600-R/Arch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139450683513223458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/R1L_KqtxuSI/AAAAAAAAAHI/Gfrr0_SxxK0/s400/Arch.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/R1L--atxuRI/AAAAAAAAAHA/F1b7K5oOyCM/s1600-R/Arch.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Pencil Floor Plans for the new house I'm designing for my final project in Computer Art II.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428950931088791454-1694062826995176801?l=bradypking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradypking.blogspot.com/feeds/1694062826995176801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428950931088791454&amp;postID=1694062826995176801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428950931088791454/posts/default/1694062826995176801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428950931088791454/posts/default/1694062826995176801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradypking.blogspot.com/2007/12/pencil-floor-plans-for-new-house-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Brady P. King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00378975156422582922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZYj0PkO5k2s/TZlBSIfuSlI/AAAAAAAAAhI/ENmyaupuSBs/s220/201690_893966097783_17214142_42801251_4690732_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/R1L_KqtxuSI/AAAAAAAAAHI/Gfrr0_SxxK0/s72-c/Arch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428950931088791454.post-2162226834621037928</id><published>2007-11-04T23:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T23:04:16.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'>South Elevation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/Ry7AGtZL6cI/AAAAAAAAAG4/TwLSAPcxSw8/s1600-h/ArchDesign2A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129248247118555586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/Ry7AGtZL6cI/AAAAAAAAAG4/TwLSAPcxSw8/s400/ArchDesign2A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The view of the front of the house as it faces south.  I tried to add some effects to the roof.  Check.  This is the one hanging in the BAC hallway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428950931088791454-2162226834621037928?l=bradypking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradypking.blogspot.com/feeds/2162226834621037928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428950931088791454&amp;postID=2162226834621037928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428950931088791454/posts/default/2162226834621037928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428950931088791454/posts/default/2162226834621037928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradypking.blogspot.com/2007/11/south-elevation.html' title='South Elevation'/><author><name>Brady P. King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00378975156422582922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZYj0PkO5k2s/TZlBSIfuSlI/AAAAAAAAAhI/ENmyaupuSBs/s220/201690_893966097783_17214142_42801251_4690732_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/Ry7AGtZL6cI/AAAAAAAAAG4/TwLSAPcxSw8/s72-c/ArchDesign2A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428950931088791454.post-1718001097952182830</id><published>2007-11-04T22:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T23:01:04.023-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Side View</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/Ry6_FNZL6bI/AAAAAAAAAGw/BsE3C7nKxPg/s1600-h/ArchDesign4+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129247121837124018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/Ry6_FNZL6bI/AAAAAAAAAGw/BsE3C7nKxPg/s400/ArchDesign4+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The West side view of the house. I have these drawings on foam board (10" x 15") and hanging in a gallery in the BAC with a portfolio with all the architectural details and original pencil drawings.  So if you're over at the BAC, check 'er out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428950931088791454-1718001097952182830?l=bradypking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradypking.blogspot.com/feeds/1718001097952182830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428950931088791454&amp;postID=1718001097952182830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428950931088791454/posts/default/1718001097952182830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428950931088791454/posts/default/1718001097952182830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradypking.blogspot.com/2007/11/side-view.html' title='Side View'/><author><name>Brady P. King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00378975156422582922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZYj0PkO5k2s/TZlBSIfuSlI/AAAAAAAAAhI/ENmyaupuSBs/s220/201690_893966097783_17214142_42801251_4690732_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/Ry6_FNZL6bI/AAAAAAAAAGw/BsE3C7nKxPg/s72-c/ArchDesign4+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428950931088791454.post-737340838612381478</id><published>2007-10-29T11:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T12:02:34.277-07:00</updated><title type='text'>South Elevation (Final)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/RyYsEtZL6aI/AAAAAAAAAGo/tM1xSRHzyWI/s1600-h/Untitled-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126833685224221090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/RyYsEtZL6aI/AAAAAAAAAGo/tM1xSRHzyWI/s400/Untitled-3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is the front elevation of the house, which faces south. I wanted to use the black in the negative space and the windows to really emphasize the windows surrounding the upper level of the house. The celing of the upper (second) level goes as high as the roof.  So, the second level of the house has a very high celing. With all the windows and the high celing on the upper level, the living area and kitchen is going to feel huge.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428950931088791454-737340838612381478?l=bradypking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradypking.blogspot.com/feeds/737340838612381478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428950931088791454&amp;postID=737340838612381478' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428950931088791454/posts/default/737340838612381478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428950931088791454/posts/default/737340838612381478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradypking.blogspot.com/2007/10/south-elevation-final.html' title='South Elevation (Final)'/><author><name>Brady P. King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00378975156422582922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZYj0PkO5k2s/TZlBSIfuSlI/AAAAAAAAAhI/ENmyaupuSBs/s220/201690_893966097783_17214142_42801251_4690732_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/RyYsEtZL6aI/AAAAAAAAAGo/tM1xSRHzyWI/s72-c/Untitled-3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428950931088791454.post-8753658462872124908</id><published>2007-10-29T11:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T12:03:02.137-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Second Floor - Final Plan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/RyYrJNZL6ZI/AAAAAAAAAGg/5A3YAjxMZW4/s1600-h/Untitled-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126832663022004626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/RyYrJNZL6ZI/AAAAAAAAAGg/5A3YAjxMZW4/s400/Untitled-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And here's the second floor created via the computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428950931088791454-8753658462872124908?l=bradypking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradypking.blogspot.com/feeds/8753658462872124908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428950931088791454&amp;postID=8753658462872124908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428950931088791454/posts/default/8753658462872124908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428950931088791454/posts/default/8753658462872124908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradypking.blogspot.com/2007/10/second-floor-final-plan.html' title='Second Floor - Final Plan'/><author><name>Brady P. King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00378975156422582922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZYj0PkO5k2s/TZlBSIfuSlI/AAAAAAAAAhI/ENmyaupuSBs/s220/201690_893966097783_17214142_42801251_4690732_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/RyYrJNZL6ZI/AAAAAAAAAGg/5A3YAjxMZW4/s72-c/Untitled-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428950931088791454.post-4461743629440857254</id><published>2007-10-29T11:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T11:46:51.497-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wa-lah!  Ground Floor Plan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/RyYqH9ZL6YI/AAAAAAAAAGY/n5B6SYaQdpU/s1600-h/Untitled-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126831542035540354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/RyYqH9ZL6YI/AAAAAAAAAGY/n5B6SYaQdpU/s400/Untitled-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is the final floor plan for the Ground Floor of the house.  I used Adobe Illustrator and Photoshop to create it.  I plan on printing this and the other final computer generated images on a large-scale printer in the art studio, then puting the images on large foam boards to present to the class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428950931088791454-4461743629440857254?l=bradypking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradypking.blogspot.com/feeds/4461743629440857254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428950931088791454&amp;postID=4461743629440857254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428950931088791454/posts/default/4461743629440857254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428950931088791454/posts/default/4461743629440857254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradypking.blogspot.com/2007/10/wa-lah-ground-floor-plan.html' title='Wa-lah!  Ground Floor Plan'/><author><name>Brady P. King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00378975156422582922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZYj0PkO5k2s/TZlBSIfuSlI/AAAAAAAAAhI/ENmyaupuSBs/s220/201690_893966097783_17214142_42801251_4690732_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/RyYqH9ZL6YI/AAAAAAAAAGY/n5B6SYaQdpU/s72-c/Untitled-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428950931088791454.post-7456921457936830459</id><published>2007-10-29T11:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T11:41:04.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>West Elevation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/RyYpENZL6XI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/jJcu11_A4iY/s1600-h/West+Elevation+(Pencil)+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126830378099403122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/RyYpENZL6XI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/jJcu11_A4iY/s400/West+Elevation+(Pencil)+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pencil drawing for the West (Side) Elevation of the house.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428950931088791454-7456921457936830459?l=bradypking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradypking.blogspot.com/feeds/7456921457936830459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428950931088791454&amp;postID=7456921457936830459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428950931088791454/posts/default/7456921457936830459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428950931088791454/posts/default/7456921457936830459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradypking.blogspot.com/2007/10/west-elevation.html' title='West Elevation'/><author><name>Brady P. King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00378975156422582922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZYj0PkO5k2s/TZlBSIfuSlI/AAAAAAAAAhI/ENmyaupuSBs/s220/201690_893966097783_17214142_42801251_4690732_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/RyYpENZL6XI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/jJcu11_A4iY/s72-c/West+Elevation+(Pencil)+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428950931088791454.post-4539880280216318010</id><published>2007-10-29T11:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T11:33:00.068-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Second Floor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/RyYmd9ZL6WI/AAAAAAAAAGI/vHZ3PlgxlX4/s1600-h/Second+Floor+(Pencil).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126827521946151266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/RyYmd9ZL6WI/AAAAAAAAAGI/vHZ3PlgxlX4/s400/Second+Floor+(Pencil).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is the pencil drawing for the Second Floor of the house.  You may notice that the first floor of the house contains the bedrooms and bathrooms, while the second floor holds the kitchen and living area.  I like this idea because I think the idea of an elevated living area with windows surrounding is really neat.  It appeals to me more than having the living area on the ground floor.  All the natural light can be incorporated into the living and eating area. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428950931088791454-4539880280216318010?l=bradypking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradypking.blogspot.com/feeds/4539880280216318010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428950931088791454&amp;postID=4539880280216318010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428950931088791454/posts/default/4539880280216318010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428950931088791454/posts/default/4539880280216318010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradypking.blogspot.com/2007/10/second-floor.html' title='Second Floor'/><author><name>Brady P. King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00378975156422582922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZYj0PkO5k2s/TZlBSIfuSlI/AAAAAAAAAhI/ENmyaupuSBs/s220/201690_893966097783_17214142_42801251_4690732_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/RyYmd9ZL6WI/AAAAAAAAAGI/vHZ3PlgxlX4/s72-c/Second+Floor+(Pencil).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428950931088791454.post-2168860242514438952</id><published>2007-10-22T17:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T17:39:35.285-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Front Elevation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/Rx1CLIQ6_7I/AAAAAAAAAGA/W5u4xLAR13M/s1600-h/West+Elevation+(Pencil)1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124324709981945778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/Rx1CLIQ6_7I/AAAAAAAAAGA/W5u4xLAR13M/s400/West+Elevation+(Pencil)1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the pencil drawing of the Front (South) Elevation of hte house I'm designing for a Computer Art II project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428950931088791454-2168860242514438952?l=bradypking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradypking.blogspot.com/feeds/2168860242514438952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428950931088791454&amp;postID=2168860242514438952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428950931088791454/posts/default/2168860242514438952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428950931088791454/posts/default/2168860242514438952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradypking.blogspot.com/2007/10/front-elevation.html' title='Front Elevation'/><author><name>Brady P. King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00378975156422582922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZYj0PkO5k2s/TZlBSIfuSlI/AAAAAAAAAhI/ENmyaupuSBs/s220/201690_893966097783_17214142_42801251_4690732_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/Rx1CLIQ6_7I/AAAAAAAAAGA/W5u4xLAR13M/s72-c/West+Elevation+(Pencil)1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428950931088791454.post-5292010935781448763</id><published>2007-10-19T10:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T10:57:41.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Preliminary Floor Plan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/RxjvsoQ6_6I/AAAAAAAAAF4/gcfVbHUXJ6M/s1600-h/Floor+Plan+(Pencil)+001+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123108126135615394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/RxjvsoQ6_6I/AAAAAAAAAF4/gcfVbHUXJ6M/s400/Floor+Plan+(Pencil)+001+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I scanned the floorplan for the first floor again and used a higher quality scanner.  So this should look a little better.  Once I have the pencil floor plan for the second floor as well as the elevated plans, I will upload those onto the blog.  Stay tuned...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428950931088791454-5292010935781448763?l=bradypking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradypking.blogspot.com/feeds/5292010935781448763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428950931088791454&amp;postID=5292010935781448763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428950931088791454/posts/default/5292010935781448763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428950931088791454/posts/default/5292010935781448763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradypking.blogspot.com/2007/10/preliminary-floor-plan.html' title='Preliminary Floor Plan'/><author><name>Brady P. King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00378975156422582922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZYj0PkO5k2s/TZlBSIfuSlI/AAAAAAAAAhI/ENmyaupuSBs/s220/201690_893966097783_17214142_42801251_4690732_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/RxjvsoQ6_6I/AAAAAAAAAF4/gcfVbHUXJ6M/s72-c/Floor+Plan+(Pencil)+001+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428950931088791454.post-3977386496393930730</id><published>2007-10-16T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T21:46:57.244-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Going in to deeper water...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/RxWSM4Q6_5I/AAAAAAAAAFw/LkR-KyTkUcY/s1600-h/Blueprint.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122160901163253650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/RxWSM4Q6_5I/AAAAAAAAAFw/LkR-KyTkUcY/s400/Blueprint.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a preliminary floor plan for the first floor of the house I'm drafting for a self-designed project in Computer Art II. I know it's extremely blurry, but it was done in pencil and the digital photograph is not very sharp.  You get the basic idea.  Anyway, for this project I want to present a professional architectural portfolio as the final product. It will have computerized floor plans and elevated views of the exterior of the house. When I upload the finalized images onto here, it will look much sharper.  I thought that drafting a house would be a neat idea (as well as practical) as I begin to explore architecture in more depth. I'm sure I would make architecture students criticize away, but it's my first attempt...and you've got to start somewhere...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428950931088791454-3977386496393930730?l=bradypking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradypking.blogspot.com/feeds/3977386496393930730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428950931088791454&amp;postID=3977386496393930730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428950931088791454/posts/default/3977386496393930730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428950931088791454/posts/default/3977386496393930730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradypking.blogspot.com/2007/10/going-in-to-deeper-water.html' title='Going in to deeper water...'/><author><name>Brady P. King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00378975156422582922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZYj0PkO5k2s/TZlBSIfuSlI/AAAAAAAAAhI/ENmyaupuSBs/s220/201690_893966097783_17214142_42801251_4690732_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/RxWSM4Q6_5I/AAAAAAAAAFw/LkR-KyTkUcY/s72-c/Blueprint.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428950931088791454.post-6279754611081641717</id><published>2007-10-16T21:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T21:37:43.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>9/11/2001</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/RxWRXoQ6_4I/AAAAAAAAAFo/M10UralBVDk/s1600-h/WorldTradeCenter02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122159986335219586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/RxWRXoQ6_4I/AAAAAAAAAFo/M10UralBVDk/s400/WorldTradeCenter02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;World Trade Center&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Graphite on Paper&lt;br /&gt;Fall 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another drawing in a series for my Senior Studio Thesis.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428950931088791454-6279754611081641717?l=bradypking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradypking.blogspot.com/feeds/6279754611081641717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428950931088791454&amp;postID=6279754611081641717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428950931088791454/posts/default/6279754611081641717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428950931088791454/posts/default/6279754611081641717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradypking.blogspot.com/2007/10/9112001.html' title='9/11/2001'/><author><name>Brady P. King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00378975156422582922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZYj0PkO5k2s/TZlBSIfuSlI/AAAAAAAAAhI/ENmyaupuSBs/s220/201690_893966097783_17214142_42801251_4690732_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/RxWRXoQ6_4I/AAAAAAAAAFo/M10UralBVDk/s72-c/WorldTradeCenter02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428950931088791454.post-5218210789373458752</id><published>2007-10-16T21:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T17:27:23.345-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bombing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/RxWQGIQ6_0I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/bpzBdflrpdA/s1600-h/Bombing03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122158586175881026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/RxWQGIQ6_0I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/bpzBdflrpdA/s400/Bombing03.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bombing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Graphite on Paper&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fall 2007&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of the drawings that will be used in a series for my Senior Studio Thesis. To me, this is a very powerful image.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428950931088791454-5218210789373458752?l=bradypking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradypking.blogspot.com/feeds/5218210789373458752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428950931088791454&amp;postID=5218210789373458752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428950931088791454/posts/default/5218210789373458752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428950931088791454/posts/default/5218210789373458752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradypking.blogspot.com/2007/10/bombing.html' title='Bombing'/><author><name>Brady P. King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00378975156422582922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZYj0PkO5k2s/TZlBSIfuSlI/AAAAAAAAAhI/ENmyaupuSBs/s220/201690_893966097783_17214142_42801251_4690732_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/RxWQGIQ6_0I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/bpzBdflrpdA/s72-c/Bombing03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428950931088791454.post-648318635606833020</id><published>2007-10-09T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T21:59:03.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Split Personality?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/RwxXcoQ6_jI/AAAAAAAAADI/2GvvKTh66h0/s1600-h/SelfPortraitSplit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119563025769758258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/RwxXcoQ6_jI/AAAAAAAAADI/2GvvKTh66h0/s400/SelfPortraitSplit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Self Portrait&lt;/em&gt; II&lt;br /&gt;Graphite on Paper&lt;br /&gt;Spring 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the final projects for Drawing II.  Again, usually I do not like drawing myself, it feels awkward.  But I enjoyed doing this one.  I liked exploring facial sculpting with the pencil using shadow and light.  For this one, I wanted to convey that we all have a lighter side and a darker side to our personalities.  I'd say I'm a pretty positive person, but definitely have a healthy dose of cynicism.  Try to guess which one is which in this drawing.  Looking forward vs. looking backward.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428950931088791454-648318635606833020?l=bradypking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradypking.blogspot.com/feeds/648318635606833020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428950931088791454&amp;postID=648318635606833020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428950931088791454/posts/default/648318635606833020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428950931088791454/posts/default/648318635606833020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradypking.blogspot.com/2007/10/split-portrait-graphite-on-paper-spring.html' title='Split Personality?'/><author><name>Brady P. King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00378975156422582922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZYj0PkO5k2s/TZlBSIfuSlI/AAAAAAAAAhI/ENmyaupuSBs/s220/201690_893966097783_17214142_42801251_4690732_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/RwxXcoQ6_jI/AAAAAAAAADI/2GvvKTh66h0/s72-c/SelfPortraitSplit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428950931088791454.post-7549630297807990705</id><published>2007-10-09T21:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T12:59:49.465-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's cold outside...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/Rw0Hq4Q6_kI/AAAAAAAAADQ/N0DTc4xEDu4/s1600-h/WindowView.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119756784629382722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/Rw0Hq4Q6_kI/AAAAAAAAADQ/N0DTc4xEDu4/s400/WindowView.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Window View from the Quad&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Graphite on Paper&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spring 2007&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428950931088791454-7549630297807990705?l=bradypking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradypking.blogspot.com/feeds/7549630297807990705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428950931088791454&amp;postID=7549630297807990705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428950931088791454/posts/default/7549630297807990705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428950931088791454/posts/default/7549630297807990705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradypking.blogspot.com/2007/10/window-view-from-quad-graphite-on-paper.html' title='It&apos;s cold outside...'/><author><name>Brady P. King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00378975156422582922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZYj0PkO5k2s/TZlBSIfuSlI/AAAAAAAAAhI/ENmyaupuSBs/s220/201690_893966097783_17214142_42801251_4690732_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/Rw0Hq4Q6_kI/AAAAAAAAADQ/N0DTc4xEDu4/s72-c/WindowView.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428950931088791454.post-1634387914680520660</id><published>2007-10-09T21:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T10:18:14.335-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sit on Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/Rw0JUYQ6_rI/AAAAAAAAAEI/VJLxuzXHkv0/s1600-h/Chair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119758597105581746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/Rw0JUYQ6_rI/AAAAAAAAAEI/VJLxuzXHkv0/s400/Chair.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/Rw0IEYQ6_lI/AAAAAAAAADY/6Am13FsPd3g/s1600-h/Chair.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/RwxWjoQ6_gI/AAAAAAAAACw/-tReRaldsQE/s1600-h/Chair.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chair&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Graphite on Paper&lt;br /&gt;Spring 2007&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428950931088791454-1634387914680520660?l=bradypking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradypking.blogspot.com/feeds/1634387914680520660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428950931088791454&amp;postID=1634387914680520660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428950931088791454/posts/default/1634387914680520660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428950931088791454/posts/default/1634387914680520660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradypking.blogspot.com/2007/10/sit-on-me.html' title='Sit on Me'/><author><name>Brady P. King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00378975156422582922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZYj0PkO5k2s/TZlBSIfuSlI/AAAAAAAAAhI/ENmyaupuSBs/s220/201690_893966097783_17214142_42801251_4690732_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/Rw0JUYQ6_rI/AAAAAAAAAEI/VJLxuzXHkv0/s72-c/Chair.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428950931088791454.post-1584720676138158133</id><published>2007-10-09T21:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T13:01:12.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"As such."</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/Rw0IOIQ6_mI/AAAAAAAAADg/D1lysHJ75TM/s1600-h/Printmaking.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119757390219771490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/Rw0IOIQ6_mI/AAAAAAAAADg/D1lysHJ75TM/s320/Printmaking.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Untitled&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ink Print on Paper&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fall 2006&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428950931088791454-1584720676138158133?l=bradypking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradypking.blogspot.com/feeds/1584720676138158133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428950931088791454&amp;postID=1584720676138158133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428950931088791454/posts/default/1584720676138158133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428950931088791454/posts/default/1584720676138158133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradypking.blogspot.com/2007/10/untitled-ink-print-on-paper-fall-2006.html' title='&quot;As such.&quot;'/><author><name>Brady P. King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00378975156422582922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZYj0PkO5k2s/TZlBSIfuSlI/AAAAAAAAAhI/ENmyaupuSBs/s220/201690_893966097783_17214142_42801251_4690732_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/Rw0IOIQ6_mI/AAAAAAAAADg/D1lysHJ75TM/s72-c/Printmaking.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428950931088791454.post-5971241870189941376</id><published>2007-10-09T21:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T13:01:51.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>They caught you a delicious bass.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/Rw0JL4Q6_qI/AAAAAAAAAEA/7zmMyWsSO_0/s1600-h/FishermanCollage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119758451076693666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/Rw0JL4Q6_qI/AAAAAAAAAEA/7zmMyWsSO_0/s400/FishermanCollage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Fishermen (Collage)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mixed Media on Paper&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fall 2006&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428950931088791454-5971241870189941376?l=bradypking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradypking.blogspot.com/feeds/5971241870189941376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428950931088791454&amp;postID=5971241870189941376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428950931088791454/posts/default/5971241870189941376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428950931088791454/posts/default/5971241870189941376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradypking.blogspot.com/2007/10/fisherman-collage-mixed-media-on-paper.html' title='They caught you a delicious bass.'/><author><name>Brady P. King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00378975156422582922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZYj0PkO5k2s/TZlBSIfuSlI/AAAAAAAAAhI/ENmyaupuSBs/s220/201690_893966097783_17214142_42801251_4690732_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/Rw0JL4Q6_qI/AAAAAAAAAEA/7zmMyWsSO_0/s72-c/FishermanCollage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428950931088791454.post-8081813027077643023</id><published>2007-10-09T21:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T13:02:11.167-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Like paintings?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/Rw0JtYQ6_sI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/B3yawo1omZ4/s1600-h/Fisherman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119759026602311362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/Rw0JtYQ6_sI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/B3yawo1omZ4/s400/Fisherman.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/RwxVl4Q6_dI/AAAAAAAAACY/uIJXz8QCKME/s1600-h/Fisherman.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Fishermen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tempera Paint on Canvas&lt;br /&gt;Fall 2006 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428950931088791454-8081813027077643023?l=bradypking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradypking.blogspot.com/feeds/8081813027077643023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428950931088791454&amp;postID=8081813027077643023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428950931088791454/posts/default/8081813027077643023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428950931088791454/posts/default/8081813027077643023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradypking.blogspot.com/2007/10/fisherman-tempera-paint-on-canvas-fall.html' title='Like paintings?'/><author><name>Brady P. King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00378975156422582922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZYj0PkO5k2s/TZlBSIfuSlI/AAAAAAAAAhI/ENmyaupuSBs/s220/201690_893966097783_17214142_42801251_4690732_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/Rw0JtYQ6_sI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/B3yawo1omZ4/s72-c/Fisherman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428950931088791454.post-8252695925955096156</id><published>2007-10-09T21:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T13:02:54.488-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Experimental Drawing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/Rw0IbIQ6_nI/AAAAAAAAADo/JlDv3QGe898/s1600-h/ChineseMountain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119757613558070898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/Rw0IbIQ6_nI/AAAAAAAAADo/JlDv3QGe898/s400/ChineseMountain.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mountain in China&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Graphite on Paper&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spring 2006&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428950931088791454-8252695925955096156?l=bradypking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradypking.blogspot.com/feeds/8252695925955096156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428950931088791454&amp;postID=8252695925955096156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428950931088791454/posts/default/8252695925955096156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428950931088791454/posts/default/8252695925955096156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradypking.blogspot.com/2007/10/mountain-in-china-graphite-on-paper.html' title='Experimental Drawing'/><author><name>Brady P. King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00378975156422582922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZYj0PkO5k2s/TZlBSIfuSlI/AAAAAAAAAhI/ENmyaupuSBs/s220/201690_893966097783_17214142_42801251_4690732_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/Rw0IbIQ6_nI/AAAAAAAAADo/JlDv3QGe898/s72-c/ChineseMountain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428950931088791454.post-7646312429471257955</id><published>2007-10-09T13:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T13:40:55.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Art in 5 minutes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/RwvmwYQ6_YI/AAAAAAAAABw/iQR60hCkOTU/s1600-h/ART+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119439120258235778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/RwvmwYQ6_YI/AAAAAAAAABw/iQR60hCkOTU/s200/ART+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;ART&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Adobe Photoshop CS2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fall 2006&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is an image I made in about 5 minutes last year while I was just playing around with the pen and vector drawing tools on Photoshop.  I never printed it, just saved it.  For some reason I kept it saved, so there ya go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428950931088791454-7646312429471257955?l=bradypking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradypking.blogspot.com/feeds/7646312429471257955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428950931088791454&amp;postID=7646312429471257955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428950931088791454/posts/default/7646312429471257955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428950931088791454/posts/default/7646312429471257955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradypking.blogspot.com/2007/10/art-in-5-minutes.html' title='Art in 5 minutes.'/><author><name>Brady P. King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00378975156422582922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZYj0PkO5k2s/TZlBSIfuSlI/AAAAAAAAAhI/ENmyaupuSBs/s220/201690_893966097783_17214142_42801251_4690732_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/RwvmwYQ6_YI/AAAAAAAAABw/iQR60hCkOTU/s72-c/ART+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428950931088791454.post-439866905786991868</id><published>2007-10-09T13:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T10:15:27.238-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boring?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/Rw0IqoQ6_oI/AAAAAAAAADw/bdOvTo-CjsM/s1600-h/BradyWall1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119757879846043266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/Rw0IqoQ6_oI/AAAAAAAAADw/bdOvTo-CjsM/s400/BradyWall1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/RwvlTYQ6_XI/AAAAAAAAABo/cbl7cytiyaQ/s1600-h/BradyWall1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Corner of the Studio&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charcoal on Paper&lt;br /&gt;Fall 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is another drawing from my Sophomore year in Drawing I. We had the simple task of taking a very small portion of the room and drawing it. Simple, right? So, I picked a boring old corner of the drawing studio and went to work. I wanted to show depth and perspective, most of all. What I was most proud of with this drawing was the indication of light peeking from the curtain onto the beam of the ceiling. It gave me a good idea that depth (particularly a corner in a room) can be very difficult to draw realistically.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428950931088791454-439866905786991868?l=bradypking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradypking.blogspot.com/feeds/439866905786991868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428950931088791454&amp;postID=439866905786991868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428950931088791454/posts/default/439866905786991868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428950931088791454/posts/default/439866905786991868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradypking.blogspot.com/2007/10/boring.html' title='Boring?'/><author><name>Brady P. King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00378975156422582922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZYj0PkO5k2s/TZlBSIfuSlI/AAAAAAAAAhI/ENmyaupuSBs/s220/201690_893966097783_17214142_42801251_4690732_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/Rw0IqoQ6_oI/AAAAAAAAADw/bdOvTo-CjsM/s72-c/BradyWall1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428950931088791454.post-6008566128926446872</id><published>2007-10-09T13:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T10:16:03.835-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Charcoal Drawing, Take Two</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/Rw0Iz4Q6_pI/AAAAAAAAAD4/jb21Roeva3Q/s1600-h/BradyStillLife01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119758038759833234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/Rw0Iz4Q6_pI/AAAAAAAAAD4/jb21Roeva3Q/s400/BradyStillLife01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/RwvjqIQ6_WI/AAAAAAAAABg/pdzH0wgF0io/s1600-h/BradyStillLife01.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Still Life No. 2&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Charcoal on Paper&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fall 2005&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, let me step back a couple years from the previous posted computer artwork. This was the second complete still life drawing I did in Drawing I during Fall semester of my Sophomore year. The first still life drawing was the image with the man and arm sculptures. This still life obviously has a women sculpture, bird sculpture, and vase as the composition in front of a sheet backdrop. This time, the objects were all different colors (as opposed to black and white), so it was more difficult to determine shading, shadow, and light. I was happier with the resulting outcome of this drawing than the previous charcoal drawing I posted. It even made for a very interesting composition with the electrical cord wrapped around the sculpture. That was not intentional, but interesting as a result.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428950931088791454-6008566128926446872?l=bradypking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradypking.blogspot.com/feeds/6008566128926446872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428950931088791454&amp;postID=6008566128926446872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428950931088791454/posts/default/6008566128926446872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428950931088791454/posts/default/6008566128926446872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradypking.blogspot.com/2007/10/charcoal-drawing-take-two.html' title='Charcoal Drawing, Take Two'/><author><name>Brady P. King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00378975156422582922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZYj0PkO5k2s/TZlBSIfuSlI/AAAAAAAAAhI/ENmyaupuSBs/s220/201690_893966097783_17214142_42801251_4690732_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/Rw0Iz4Q6_pI/AAAAAAAAAD4/jb21Roeva3Q/s72-c/BradyStillLife01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428950931088791454.post-6706648321613002673</id><published>2007-10-09T13:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T10:21:26.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Running Image 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/Rw0J-4Q6_tI/AAAAAAAAAEY/7xna_XZnBg0/s1600-h/Project1C.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119759327250022098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/Rw0J-4Q6_tI/AAAAAAAAAEY/7xna_XZnBg0/s400/Project1C.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/RwviX4Q6_VI/AAAAAAAAABY/KElhZu-zn_w/s1600-h/Project1C.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Running: Track&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Adobe Photoshop CS3&lt;br /&gt;Fall 2007&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For this one, I was going for intensity like in the original red and black image. I wanted to portray the intensity that a race brings when the gun goes off. After I completed this project, I told myself I was going to find other inspiration besides running for my projects. It seems I've used running as inspiration quite a bit. It's just hard to detach myself from that, I guess. However, I know that there is more that inspires me. So, stay tuned.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428950931088791454-6706648321613002673?l=bradypking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradypking.blogspot.com/feeds/6706648321613002673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428950931088791454&amp;postID=6706648321613002673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428950931088791454/posts/default/6706648321613002673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428950931088791454/posts/default/6706648321613002673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradypking.blogspot.com/2007/10/running-track-adobe-photoshop-cs3-fall.html' title='Running Image 3'/><author><name>Brady P. King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00378975156422582922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZYj0PkO5k2s/TZlBSIfuSlI/AAAAAAAAAhI/ENmyaupuSBs/s220/201690_893966097783_17214142_42801251_4690732_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/Rw0J-4Q6_tI/AAAAAAAAAEY/7xna_XZnBg0/s72-c/Project1C.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428950931088791454.post-4436076752399609929</id><published>2007-10-09T13:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T10:22:14.311-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Running Image 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/Rw0KNYQ6_uI/AAAAAAAAAEg/zysGlqIA-bU/s1600-h/Project1B.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119759576358125282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/Rw0KNYQ6_uI/AAAAAAAAAEg/zysGlqIA-bU/s400/Project1B.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/RwvhroQ6_UI/AAAAAAAAABQ/j3nNC4AdPcM/s1600-h/Project1B.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Running: Woods&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Adobe Photoshop CS3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fall 2007&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The second of three images dealing with the various places I run. For this one, I wanted to make visual running in the Woods. Saint John's has miles of the best wooded trails that I just can't get enough of.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428950931088791454-4436076752399609929?l=bradypking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradypking.blogspot.com/feeds/4436076752399609929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428950931088791454&amp;postID=4436076752399609929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428950931088791454/posts/default/4436076752399609929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428950931088791454/posts/default/4436076752399609929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradypking.blogspot.com/2007/10/running-woods-adobe-photoshop-fall-2007.html' title='Running Image 2'/><author><name>Brady P. King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00378975156422582922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZYj0PkO5k2s/TZlBSIfuSlI/AAAAAAAAAhI/ENmyaupuSBs/s220/201690_893966097783_17214142_42801251_4690732_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/Rw0KNYQ6_uI/AAAAAAAAAEg/zysGlqIA-bU/s72-c/Project1B.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428950931088791454.post-7497341821275076478</id><published>2007-10-09T13:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T10:23:09.097-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Running Image 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/Rw0KZ4Q6_vI/AAAAAAAAAEo/tWWXUegwn_A/s1600-h/Project1A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119759791106490098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/Rw0KZ4Q6_vI/AAAAAAAAAEo/tWWXUegwn_A/s400/Project1A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Running: City&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Adobe Photoshop CS3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fall 2007&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanted to expand on the ideas presented in the red and black running poster, so I created this image of running in the city. It was one image in a series of images for the first project in Computer Art II of Fall semester of my Senior year. It was framed along with the others and hung in the gallery for a brief period.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428950931088791454-7497341821275076478?l=bradypking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradypking.blogspot.com/feeds/7497341821275076478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428950931088791454&amp;postID=7497341821275076478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428950931088791454/posts/default/7497341821275076478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428950931088791454/posts/default/7497341821275076478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradypking.blogspot.com/2007/10/running-city-adobe-photoshop-fall-2007.html' title='Running Image 1'/><author><name>Brady P. King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00378975156422582922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZYj0PkO5k2s/TZlBSIfuSlI/AAAAAAAAAhI/ENmyaupuSBs/s220/201690_893966097783_17214142_42801251_4690732_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/Rw0KZ4Q6_vI/AAAAAAAAAEo/tWWXUegwn_A/s72-c/Project1A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428950931088791454.post-711300477663772492</id><published>2007-10-08T19:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T10:24:01.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Computer Art</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/Rw0KpIQ6_wI/AAAAAAAAAEw/GdgJaEBmf2o/s1600-h/Project3.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119760053099495170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/Rw0KpIQ6_wI/AAAAAAAAAEw/GdgJaEBmf2o/s400/Project3.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Running Intensity&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adobe Photoshop CS2&lt;br /&gt;Fall 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a project I did during Computer Art I during my Junior year Fall semester. For this project, we had to pick a textual source and then create a work of art based on that source. I picked a passage in a Book on the Psychology of Motivation that I found in the library. It talked about one's "success mechanism" and drive. I related it to running and went from there. I wanted to depict the brain as the source of all drive, motivation, and will power. The brain controls everything: the heart, which pumps blood, which circulates oxygen to the lungs, which allows one to utilize energy. It's all pretty interesting to me. I added the silver circuitry throught the black squares to show the connection of all the organs and movement. I wanted to make a running poster that was both intense and motivational.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428950931088791454-711300477663772492?l=bradypking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradypking.blogspot.com/feeds/711300477663772492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428950931088791454&amp;postID=711300477663772492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428950931088791454/posts/default/711300477663772492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428950931088791454/posts/default/711300477663772492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradypking.blogspot.com/2007/10/computer-art.html' title='Computer Art'/><author><name>Brady P. King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00378975156422582922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZYj0PkO5k2s/TZlBSIfuSlI/AAAAAAAAAhI/ENmyaupuSBs/s220/201690_893966097783_17214142_42801251_4690732_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/Rw0KpIQ6_wI/AAAAAAAAAEw/GdgJaEBmf2o/s72-c/Project3.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428950931088791454.post-1760294240048517364</id><published>2007-10-08T18:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T10:24:58.799-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Light and Shadow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/Rw0K04Q6_xI/AAAAAAAAAE4/Sy-0iB9Mqvw/s1600-h/BradyStillLife02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119760254962958098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/Rw0K04Q6_xI/AAAAAAAAAE4/Sy-0iB9Mqvw/s400/BradyStillLife02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Still Life No. 1&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Charcoal on Paper&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fall 2005&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before taking Drawing I during my Sophomore Fall Semester, I had only ever drawn with pencil and ink. So, drawing in charcoal was a new thing for me. I had a lot of fun with it, though. Here was my first attempt at a finished charcoal drawing. For this drawing, I positioned these objects (a small statue, fire lamp, and arm sculpture against a blanket backdrop. The images being drawn here were all black and white, so it was relatively easy to depict light, shadow and shading. What was difficult was drawing the design around the base of the lamp. I had to use a charcoal pencil for that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428950931088791454-1760294240048517364?l=bradypking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradypking.blogspot.com/feeds/1760294240048517364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428950931088791454&amp;postID=1760294240048517364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428950931088791454/posts/default/1760294240048517364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428950931088791454/posts/default/1760294240048517364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradypking.blogspot.com/2007/10/light-and-shadow.html' title='Light and Shadow'/><author><name>Brady P. King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00378975156422582922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZYj0PkO5k2s/TZlBSIfuSlI/AAAAAAAAAhI/ENmyaupuSBs/s220/201690_893966097783_17214142_42801251_4690732_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/Rw0K04Q6_xI/AAAAAAAAAE4/Sy-0iB9Mqvw/s72-c/BradyStillLife02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428950931088791454.post-1761380737840923519</id><published>2007-10-08T18:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T10:26:04.571-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I love lamp.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/Rw0LFYQ6_yI/AAAAAAAAAFA/QzcTebCtd9o/s1600-h/BradyLamps1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119760538430799650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/Rw0LFYQ6_yI/AAAAAAAAAFA/QzcTebCtd9o/s400/BradyLamps1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lamps&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Charcoal on Paper&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fall 2005&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of the first assignments for Drawing I. We had to find a composition in the room and draw "the space surrounding the objects." I picked the lamps situated by the wall because there would be A LOT of space to draw and fill-in. This was somewhat time consuming in order to get clean edges and that very dark black with the charcoal. I thought it turned out neat and was a different approach to drawing for me at that time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428950931088791454-1761380737840923519?l=bradypking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradypking.blogspot.com/feeds/1761380737840923519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428950931088791454&amp;postID=1761380737840923519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428950931088791454/posts/default/1761380737840923519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428950931088791454/posts/default/1761380737840923519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradypking.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-love-lamp.html' title='I love lamp.'/><author><name>Brady P. King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00378975156422582922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZYj0PkO5k2s/TZlBSIfuSlI/AAAAAAAAAhI/ENmyaupuSBs/s220/201690_893966097783_17214142_42801251_4690732_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/Rw0LFYQ6_yI/AAAAAAAAAFA/QzcTebCtd9o/s72-c/BradyLamps1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428950931088791454.post-7786873196797628238</id><published>2007-10-08T12:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T10:26:51.121-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Self Portrait</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/Rw0LUYQ6_zI/AAAAAAAAAFI/YFSlRLLlEsk/s1600-h/BradySelfPortrait1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119760796128837426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/Rw0LUYQ6_zI/AAAAAAAAAFI/YFSlRLLlEsk/s400/BradySelfPortrait1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Self Portrait&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Graphite on Paper&lt;br /&gt;Fall 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the final project for Drawing I, which I took first semester of Sophomore year. I don't like drawing myself, it feels awkward but since the project had to be a self portrait I thought it would be cool to do it of me running. I worked from photograph using a grid system, a system of working that I would continue to use until today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428950931088791454-7786873196797628238?l=bradypking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradypking.blogspot.com/feeds/7786873196797628238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428950931088791454&amp;postID=7786873196797628238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428950931088791454/posts/default/7786873196797628238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428950931088791454/posts/default/7786873196797628238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradypking.blogspot.com/2007/10/self-portrait-graphite-on-paper-fall.html' title='Self Portrait'/><author><name>Brady P. King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00378975156422582922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZYj0PkO5k2s/TZlBSIfuSlI/AAAAAAAAAhI/ENmyaupuSBs/s220/201690_893966097783_17214142_42801251_4690732_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uPh8xVuK6E0/Rw0LUYQ6_zI/AAAAAAAAAFI/YFSlRLLlEsk/s72-c/BradySelfPortrait1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8428950931088791454.post-972559274717209671</id><published>2007-10-08T12:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T12:46:25.107-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome!</title><content type='html'>Well, I guess I'll kick this blog off by saying welcome to all who visit. I started this blog primarily as a place where I can display artwork and document my journey to become a professional. As of now, I am planning on going to an architecture school in the Fall of 2008, working towards a Master's degree. I am not entirely sure where I'll be going yet, but thought I'd start to display artwork I've created over the last few years as an undergraduate. Think of this as an online portfolio of work I've done as well as a journal of my process and personal reflections about the work. This is only a selection of the work I've produced over the last four years.  It is what I feel is my best work.  Please, feel free to leave comments and feedback on anything you'd like. It would be much appreciated! Thanks for visiting and come back soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8428950931088791454-972559274717209671?l=bradypking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bradypking.blogspot.com/feeds/972559274717209671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8428950931088791454&amp;postID=972559274717209671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428950931088791454/posts/default/972559274717209671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8428950931088791454/posts/default/972559274717209671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bradypking.blogspot.com/2007/10/welcome.html' title='Welcome!'/><author><name>Brady P. 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